This is a song about "Passed away"

From the street, with her books, looking in, as she passed,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

Or,"why you smashed and passed,"

The faker they shakin' my hand

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Still move on that time has passed

Asian but i never passed arithmetic

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Overtime, she woke up noticed how the days have passed,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Shouts to the niggas that passed away

Switch class and i barely just passed

Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand