This is a song about "Love and dying"

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Be if you were still here and chose to repeat dying for me if only i can imagine

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

You're insane? you're putting bullets in my barain and i still aint dying

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ramos and ban hoes a hip hop giant, leave you lying , dying , looking up to me

And is ready for love section

They say your name for attention