This is a song about "Trench warfare dying"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Inside it feels like im dying

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

There's children dying and i am crying

And of course, lets give cred to devun for dying

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

And dying every second im living

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Giving life to dying breeds