This is a song about "Kids dying"

Why are the little kids having little kids

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

People always dying in the hood, stood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Inside it feels like im dying

I was born to do the damn thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing