This is a song about "Krissy dying"

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

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

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

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

If you feel it, it must be real just

Im living every second that im dying

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing