This is a song about "Kenny dying"

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Im living every second that im dying

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Gangstas dying from day to day

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

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