This is a song about "Dying inside"

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

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

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

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

And this will be the song that we sing

There's children dying and i am crying

Living my life like i'm living right

Importance lies in the inside…

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

I feel so broke inside

Halfback toss to right

Gangstas dying from day to day

And oh, i gotta find my way