This is a song about "Dying love"

Bun b, i’m underground king

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

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

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

After all the times i preferred dying.

People always dying in the hood, stood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing