This is a song about "People dying around my neighborh"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

But cruel people around me treated me badly

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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

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

Get rough with me, that night flow

People walk around hollow

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

People don’t grasp the concept, what goes around comes around,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

People are running around in circlees they start over lapping