This is a song about "People dying from drugs"

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

You people better believe i'm far from finished

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

From the ville, never sold drugs man, the fuck can i rap about?/

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker

Stop stealing your raps from other people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes