This is a song about "Dying lite"

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

I dont really shakespeare

After all the times i preferred dying.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Inside it feels like im dying

Don't want to be the king

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

People always dying in the hood, stood