This is a song about "Dying love"

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

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

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

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

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

She's dying sir i need your help

Half your body laying on my chest

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Still they wonder how i seem so confident