This is a song about "Dying love"

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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

Im living every second that im dying

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Can barely walk the city streets

Giving life to dying breeds

And this will be the song that we sing

And dying every second im living

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

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need