This is a song about "Dyin"

Cold, my style making my nose run

Tellin' lies, sellin' pies, hellish eyes keep dyin',

If you wanted a date, don't come

So many people are dyin'

Get busy livin' or dyin', the decision i'm tryin' to make

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

Smoke you like a timber and leave you dyin as you look into the mirror

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

They dyin to meet me...r.i.p ill be at ya graaaaave bitch,

So many people are dyin'

I'm a son of a gun