This is a song about "Anthony is a cunt as nigga pulling a trigga to his head now he s dead"

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

As he layed down in his bed he starts to think of all the good times in his head,

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

Now watch as a young nigga unfold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Cause all i want is you, baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Stay ready to pull a trigga quick

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead