This is a song about "Billions people dying"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly 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

Catch you up on places i've been

A dying dream, you even try in

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Gangstas dying from day to day

Rub my back, then let me lay

And dying every second im living

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

There's children dying and i am crying