This is a song about "Kids dying"

No time to plot retreats

Giving life to dying breeds

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

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I try and respect kids

Call me a product of my own damn hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Im living every second that im dying

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Inside it feels like im dying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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