This is a song about "Soldriers dying"

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Well i'm telling you now her dying i cannot handle.

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Gangstas dying from day to day

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Of dying solders's scream,now they're live in a place called heaven

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Money ain't a thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

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

Come and test, if i'm the best, and everybody's dying

A dying dream, you even try in

This boa, what's your motivation

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote