This is a song about "Trench warfare dying"

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

This shit is a different type of warfare

Everybody put three fingers in the air

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

A dying dream, you even try in

Ten more depending on where wale going

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

I keep trying but my closest people keep dying