This is a song about "Dying homies"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Gangstas dying from day to day

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

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

They bringing me fish and chips

3 homies chilling making classics

Mobbing with the homies and family

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Inside it feels like im dying

And getting money is the song i sing

You know that love is a very serious thing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying