This is a song about "Father dying"

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

But look at my mother and father

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

The only time i flirt with her

Luke im not ur father

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

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

I think you fuck yo father,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Trap our young black seeds

Giving life to dying breeds

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

And dying every second im living