This is a song about "Dying peop"

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Secret society all we ask is trust

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Gangstas dying from day to day

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

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying