This is a song about "Im dying"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

And dying every second im living

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help

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

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

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

You pay your favorite stripper car note

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

After all the times i preferred dying.