This is a song about "Billions people dying"

People always dying in the hood, stood

This information is vital, look

A dying dream, you even try in

Catch you up on places i've been

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

Now this is what i call an evening

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Money ain't a thing