This is a song about "Krissy dying"

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Gangstas dying from day to day

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

The struggle is real

Hey, i'm dying over here!!