This is a song about "Grandad dying"

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

She's dying sir i need your help

Hold up yea we the best

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

People always dying in the hood, stood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

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

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

The struggle is real

A dying dream, you even try in

The world should turn as soon as my records spin