This is a song about "Dying"

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

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

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

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

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

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Alone in the world with no fear of dying