This is a song about "You need to die"

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Spray nitrogen in your eye sever your pride then leave you to die,

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Now all i want to do it die and be with you

Cause out here in these streets you can live or your welcome to die

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

You need to handle ya business

But i guess that shit's just tough love

It's hard to live, make you die makin' this a habit

Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip

Low income no bills getting paid

And i need you to dissipate,

That new c-l fly

You are going to die