This is a song about "Dying on the battlefield"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'm so lost on this island only i dont wanna leave im dying

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield