This is a song about "Peole dying around my neighbor"

With my /dying breath ill be spitting them words like /flames*

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

We was high school peers, in junior high

Yow am ridin around in my

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

You think this is my reviving, you can try dying, see how you like it

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

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

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

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

My voice make her wet

Jesus piece around my neck