This is a song about "Dying thuggin"

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

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

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

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Know that im thuggin these bitches all on my balls

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Catch you up on places i've been

A dying dream, you even try in

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Money ain't a thing