This is a song about "Your gone die by yourself"

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

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

I'm gone stay fly, young k preying every name no nigga never fuckin die.

Now its your turn to die

Dreamin on a lullaby

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Hope it doesn’t blow your mind enough to knockout yourself

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Fuck yourself today aint your day, so stop and pray cuz i am not gone

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Then i get hit by a car and die

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Pep yourself up like your own damn coach

Use patience as my best approach