This is a song about "Stanton dying"

And you just fuckin stand there cause she's afraid of dying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Can barely walk the city streets

Giving life to dying breeds

Your new man got my respect

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

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Not a moment pass without feel like dying