This is a song about "Grandmother dying"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

We will never die, we are forever alive

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Im living every second that im dying

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Half your body laying on my chest

She's dying sir i need your help

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

But it's not fair that they won't have you as a grandmother.

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

People always dying in the hood, stood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook