This is a song about "Back from the dead like a makaveli"

The mistakes from my past still chasing me, like theres no turning back

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Looking like a half dead zombie clown.

That shit is mad depressin, bringin me down

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

I snap back like the plastic man from the fantastic clan,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Then come back from the dead and

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes