This is a song about "Dead"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Like night of the living dead

She don’t give her nigga head

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

And don't perform after him or you might regret

My god come before this bread

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Like malcolm said, but shit malcolm dead

Like sally mae on college debt

Smack another person dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

If not we're practically dead