This is a song about "Dyin"

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

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

Go where you ain't been

So many people are dyin'

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

So many people are dyin'

There's nothin' like where i come from

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Got bullets dyin to meet you

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are