This is a song about "Siblings dying"

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

From my ''hot pen''/tell your siblings enemies n top friends/if they want real

Jeah! it's like the whole bird gang's in here, like kurt cobain's was here

Giving life to dying breeds

Can barely walk the city streets

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

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

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I can't be lying i'd love to feel the feel of dying