This is a song about "Dying mom"

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

After all the times i preferred dying.

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

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

I finally got a girl, mom!/

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

So i thanks for my mom

This rapping is just a charm

A dying dream, you even try in

I know that love it could begin