This is a song about "Dying on the battlefield"

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

That it's over, you'll go through wars at a battlefield

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

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

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

Cause half of these rappers thats dying dont spit the way that i do

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through