This is a song about "Billions people dying"

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

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

Im living every second that im dying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

People dying all day homicide suicide its just the role of life,

Inside it feels like im dying

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

She told me erything is real

I know they pay me too much of attention

A dying dream, you even try in