This is a song about "How im slowly dying inside"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Forward to murdering you slowly,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

This way he has control of things he feels inside, his mother said how long have

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Was trapped inside my mind, how would i of fared in maze