This is a song about "Wither"

Ain't gonna #drown, but #wither, stack up,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

When you're sitting there watching your wife wither away,

Watching my woman of twenty years wither away,

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

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

But his trigger finger itching, tongue was wither but still spitting.