This is a song about "2 girls dying"

Giving life to dying breeds

Trap our young black seeds

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

And dying every second im living

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

After all the times i preferred dying.

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing