This is a song about "Dying thuggin"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

There's children dying and i am crying

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

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