This is a song about "Im dying"

Don't smoke that shit, what you got is living, im not dying broke

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

People always dying in the hood, stood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Secret society all we ask is trust

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

I was born to do the damn thing

After all the times i preferred dying.

A dying dream, you even try in

They gon' love me for my ambition

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

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

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Alone in the world with no fear of dying