This is a song about "Day of tha dead"

The day jay-z go broke nigga is tha day kid stop

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Sublime player of hearts to tha beat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

That reminds me of that day

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Upholstered with dead remnants of muscle and bone

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

It creates dead members of families

Right flows down and they might go nice