This is a song about "Why the good gotta die"

That's why the nigga give lines so good nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Why i'm so good, i don't even know why.

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

You other brothers can’t deny

Why..... why at 36 did she have to die.

Why i always gotta be discriminated around the nation,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Why i always gotta be discriminated around the nation,

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Why y'all gotta act cocky, actin' so godly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes