This is a song about "Gangs deaths"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I create more deaths than nicotine

Hey cole world, real cold world

Leaving deaths unanswered.

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

My hands are tied so i guess your deaths justified.

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

3 deaths..in 1 summer goin days without noooo sleep.......

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Puns of pearls, yo tongue will twirl, looka here

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

We won't do shit for it, lay back on our asses with child deaths imminent/