This is a song about "Dying lite"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

You know that love is a very serious thing

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

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