This is a song about "Dying heros"

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

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

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Inside it feels like im dying

So this how it goes, they takin heros votes

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

After all the times i preferred dying.

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

And dying every second im living

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing