This is a song about "Dying lite"

Ima lite up your world i flick my bic

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

I may have lost my mind, my head feels kind of lite.

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

I only roll with the real

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

And this will be the song that we sing

And dying every second im living

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Not a moment pass without feel like 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