This is a song about "Kenny dying"

After all the times i preferred dying.

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Never will i ever utter never to myself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

A dying dream, you even try in

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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