This is a song about "Soldriers dying ww1"

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And my only fear's a wedding ring

There's children dying and i am crying

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

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

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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