This is a song about "Rappers dying young"

After all the times i preferred dying.

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Inside it feels like im dying

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

There's children dying and i am crying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I was born to do the damn thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And what about the rappers

Young kid rappers, kidnappers