This is a song about "People dying"

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying

And dying every second im living

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

There's children dying and i am crying

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help