This is a song about "Granny dying"

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

And dying every second im living

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

And this will be the song that we sing

After all the times i preferred dying.

Why not me the same thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

,and send you crying like a kid,back to ya granny

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see