This is a song about "Day of tha dead"

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

Face tha lyrical rythm of this lick i'm throwin' a

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

I'm not strung out and dead of luck

Bitches is artificially duck

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

And at the end of the day,