This is a song about "Mom dying"

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

Your girlfriend want to follow

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

And dying every second im living

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

By god, stop whining

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Little more weed, first class seats

Giving life to dying breeds

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

After all the times i preferred dying.