This is a song about "Day of tha dead"

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Of your memories in tha dozen

Or of the innocent dead we predicted

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

That reminds me of that day

And we here to stay

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,