This is a song about "Trench warfare dying"

Alone in the world with no fear of dying

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

I know they pay me too much of attention

A dying dream, you even try in

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Inside it feels like im dying

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Bring the battering ram where you live

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

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

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

I find it kind of unfair that my niggas still in warfare

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare