This is a song about "Dying thuggin"

We've gon so far astray

Gangstas dying from day to day

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

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

She's dying sir i need your help

Half your body laying on my chest

* thuggin ah inherited but no not through the marriages

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Giving life to dying breeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

And dying every second im living

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing