This is a song about "Crafting dead"

Kick back and know yo son set

Do you want to end up dead?!

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Found dead covered in red

Give us this day, our daily bread

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Master tactician at work, crafting compositions

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Not the days he spent so carefully, crafting words to his melody

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Dead , shot etc

Sunroof flow so over your head

Even when my dreams are dead