This is a song about "Dying"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

There's children dying and i am crying

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

After all the times i preferred dying.

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Ambition, pardon my ambition

A dying dream, you even try in

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

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

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Inside it feels like im dying

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming