text: When I die, fuck it I want to go to hell
  Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fucking to tell
  What dont make sense: going to heaven with the goodie-goodies
  Dressed in white? I like black Timbs and black hoodies
  Yall probably have me on some real strict shit
  No sleeping all day, no gettin my dick licked
  Hanging with the goodie-goodies, lounging in paradise
  Fuck that shit, I wanna toke guns and shoot dice
  All my life I been considered as the worst
  Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse
  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
  I know my mother wished she got a fucking abortion
  She dont even love me like she did when I was younger
  Suckin on her chest just to stop my fucking hunger
  I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
  Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
  My baby brothers eight months, my little sisters two
  Whos to blame for both of them?
  I swear that all I wanna do just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
  Throw the magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit and squeeze
  Until the beds completely red
  Im glad Im dead, I work this fucking Buddahead
  The stress is building up, I cant-, I cant believe suicides on my fucking mind
  I wanna leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fucking calling me
  And nah, you wouldnt understand
  You see, its kinda like the crack did the pookie, and New Jack
  Except when I cross over, there aint no coming back
  Shit, I die on the train track like Waymo and 
  People at the funeral, frontin like they miss me
  My baby mama kiss me, but she glad Im gone
  She know me and her sister had somethin goin on
  I reached my peak, I cant speak
  Call one in the cheek, tell em that my will is weak
  Im sick of niggas lying, Im sick of bitches hawking
  Matter fact, Im sick of talking