This is a song about "Dying"

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Bun b, i’m underground king

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

A dying dream, you even try in

I know that love it could begin

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

After all the times i preferred dying.

Im living every second that im dying

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king