This is a song about "Dying light"

And dying every second im living

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

Am aiming for the light

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Gangstas dying from day to day

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Let me hide from the light,

At your best you might

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

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

But we having sex tonight

And get out of my light,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Gotta get into the light

Were running wild tonight