This is a song about "Dying light"

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Working day or night

Let me hide from the light,

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Im living every second that im dying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Am aiming for the light

Me and you i think we should ride

Giving life to dying breeds

And she throws up whatever she eats

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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