This is a song about "Ww1 billions people dying"

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

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

I just got one request, stop breathing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Little more weed, first class seats

Giving life to dying breeds

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

[b] better be broadcasting billions of my beats and bops, baby,

People always dying in the hood, stood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood