This is a song about "He just wishes he could die"

Niggas talk with limited service

Thinking of who he could mention this

He wishes he had a pair of wings

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

He loved her more than words could explain

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

He knew he was gonna die so he lets out a deep breathe and closes both of his

He told me he could help me write rhymes

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

How could he do that to those who he claims to love,