This is a song about "Dying hope"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Everyday losing some source of hope

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

You know that love is a very serious thing