This is a song about "Leadership evergreen"

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Hey look at me please, i'm dying over here!!

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

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Inside it feels like im dying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Perpetual head of this spittin'thing he'll screw yo terra