This is a song about "Dying lite"

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

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

I got a big fear of flying

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

And oh, i gotta find my way

Gangstas dying from day to day

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

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

Im living every second that im dying

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Well baby bot there ain't no question

A dying dream, you even try in