This is a song about "Dying dad"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

Gangstas dying from day to day

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

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

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

The struggle is real

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Thought you would never let me down, dad?

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Well its between you and dad

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that