This is a song about "Peolple dying"

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

Inside it feels like im dying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

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

I make songs about shit for attention

A dying dream, you even try in

People always dying in the hood, stood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes