This is a song about "Chu is a dead nigga"

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Your shit is whack, nigga

My all gold rolly or the

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

This is like love, that you can never get

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Chillin in a cave deep shit nigga is my phrase not just phase

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

A nigga so wack even yo mamma know what the truth is

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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets