This is a song about "Passing away"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Anxious but laughable rappers, passing collateral status

Get off a key like i can’t sing

My sadness was passing

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

And in fact i can’t deny

Cars are passing by, guy

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

The more i ran the faster i dribbled passing everyone

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Passing my glamour, everyone taking pictures of me with their cameras!