This is a song about "Brother is dead"

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

A full time sex slave, never find another

She is my life saver, i'm like her brother

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

But you can't kill what is already dead right?