This is a song about "Zoe is dying"

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

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

All i'm trying to do is stay alive without fear of dying tonight,

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

I was born to do the damn thing

After all the times i preferred dying.

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays,

A dying dream, you even try in

Oh-kay, here's the situation

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

And plus hip-hop is dying, so my raps are like the laser rays/