This is a song about "Soldriers dying"

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

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

And dying every second im living

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She's dying sir i need your help

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Hey, i'm dying over here!!

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Homies dying like this is fucking war times