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

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And all women who had light features, see

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny

Poke out from behind her

Damn what a good neighbor

These chains wrapped around my feet,

Last of a dying breed

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Could've worked with my father but he wasn't around