This is a song about "A dead man"

A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Kill in a movie sketch pay up or ya dead

Could stand up like a man)

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You can never take me you a dead man walking someone call amc

Like being garbage some type of disease

Dead can't breath wishing to feel a breeze

I dont give a shit man

So part of the plan