This is a song about "Dying young"

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Giving life to dying breeds

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

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

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

You know that love is a very serious thing

Ambition, pardon my ambition

A dying dream, you even try in

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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