This is a song about "Dying"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Bun b, i’m underground king

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

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

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

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

After all the times i preferred dying.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Inside it feels like im dying

Don't want to be the king