This is a song about "People dying from drugs"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

From the people who control to people

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Gangstas dying from day to day

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I'm thinking it's from all the drugs that you were given.

I slaughter people from dusk to dawn

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

You people better believe i'm far from finished

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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