This is a song about "Chat dead"

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Boom! now that she is dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Do you want to end up dead?!

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Dead , shot etc

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

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

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

I feel good, i look great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win