This is a song about "The earth dying"

Call me a product of my own damn hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

It seems like you cant see the destruction on planet earth

Little women be mommas, little niggas ain’t fathers

I runaway with lights flying, waiting till day the nights dying

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I've become immune to you no name haters

Since the day of my birth, i've burdened this earth/

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

You better believe that he's back, destroy the fucking earth,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

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

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

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

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Shaved of the face of the earth