This is a song about "Dying to be loved"

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

You can die loved or live and be hated

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

And i can't even look the other way

Gangstas dying from day to day

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

I had to admit it again that i loved her and it was my last chance.

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Giving life to dying breeds

And she throws up whatever she eats