This is a song about "Cynthia you are dead your dead"

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

And if i'm down with this banging shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

So you better run away cause if i reach you your dead,

Kick back and know yo son set

Fuck around with me you just get dead

My god come before this bread

Even when my dreams are dead