This is a song about "You need to die"

You need to handle ya business

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Maybe in the morning

You need to stick to balling

I told her all about how we been living a lie

You think it's fair to have my 10 year old watch his mother die.

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

No need to cry, i won't let rap die, i just want you not to deny/

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

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