This is a song about "Grandpa dying"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Giving life to dying breeds

Little more weed, first class seats

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

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

Gangstas dying from day to day

Take my moms, move away

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

By god, stop whining

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Grandpa. i remember grandpa. we turned his life support off like a camera.

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga