This is a song about "Someone dying"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Maybe someone will do the stitchin'

Riding around without a fuck given

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

There's children dying and i am crying

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Time to go find someone new

Cause when i make this stew