This is a song about "Dying homies"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

But he don't rule a thing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

And dying every second im living

There'd still be niggas out killing

Gangstas dying from day to day

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Giving life to dying breeds

No time to plot retreats

Let my angel sing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,