This is a song about "You will die"

But five years from now i bet she see

And please would you die already?

Till you get fed up and wanna die

You know i want a piece of that pie

Your my bad boy i'll love you till i die

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I mean the game been dry

Wondering which way will i die,

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

At this age you will see friends die as they lie to get by

It's shady and that's sketchy, hate for leaders here will never die,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Do you wanna ride or die