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

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Around the same time people opened tapes to dub shit,

People jumpin around when they hear my sound

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Too many people around me getting put in a box

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

People always dying in the hood, stood