This is a song about "Riding and dying"

So, just tell me something about yourself

To you it was about wealth and your dying health

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/

There's children dying and i am crying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Verse writing, hearse riding,

And i'm still climbing

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something