This is a song about "Better off alone and dead"

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

I just want somebody i can see

I do it better with not 3, not 2, but all alone

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

All my niggas get together to gather loot

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

And think alone in my head

Finding more light to shed

Dead off, a bronze metal if you ask me / blast me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

Made from the brain of me, most genius

You better off without us