This is a song about "Dying lite"

Giving life to dying breeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

That's why i never claimed i was the best

She's dying sir i need your help

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

And i'm still climbing

Eye of the tiger, no i'm never lying

Im living every second that im dying

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

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

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And dying every second im living