This is a song about "Dying hope"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

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

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

Motivated just from being broke

Everyday losing some source of hope

They said hip hop was dying, now they saying it has signs of hope

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke