This is a song about "Kenny dying"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

If you thought it, it better be what you want

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

After all the times i preferred dying.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing