This is a song about "People dying"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

Gangstas dying from day to day

Hit you from a block away

Aye, hold your head homie, look

People always dying in the hood, stood

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

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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

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