This is a song about "Krissy dying"

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

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

Bun b, i’m underground king

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Im living every second that im dying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.