This is a song about "Stanton dying"

People always dying in the hood, stood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

There's children dying and i am crying

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Im living every second that im dying

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Hey look at me please, i'm dying over here!!

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel