This is a song about "Someone dieing"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Looking at someone who hoops

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

That i'll be noticed by someone

They say i don't never smile

I’m someone they admire

And yea we both coming

Why dont someone do something

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

You know i want a piece of that pie

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I just want someone to listen

Before your roll get popped

Sadly someone i knew payed cost