This is a song about "Dying young"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

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

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

And dying every second im living

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

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

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

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

Gangstas dying from day to day

We've gon so far astray