This is a song about "Chat dead"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

She don’t give her nigga head

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

That rap is mostly dead/

Sunroof flow so over your head

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat