This is a song about "Dying homies"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

But reality shows ain't real

Giving life to dying breeds

No time to plot retreats

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

I know they pay me too much of attention

A dying dream, you even try in