This is a song about "Dying inside"

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

And you're approaching me right

I must be different inside

Gangstas dying from day to day

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

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

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

Giving life to dying breeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

About disaster in the world and

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Bring the battering ram where you live