This is a song about "Soldriers dying"

Im living every second that im dying

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

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

A dying dream, you even try in

My talent should take me places i've never been

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Money ain't a thing

Shoot me? no i'm not dying,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

We was loonie i suppose, you could

People always dying in the hood, stood

After all the times i preferred dying.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing