This is a song about "Gangster dying"

After all the times i preferred dying.

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Never was a gangster till i graduated to one

I'm smokin' strong on original gangster kush,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

There'd still be niggas out killing

And dying every second im living

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Why go enclose a dyke gangster, custom manure

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Homies dying like this is fucking war times