This is a song about "Dead"

Kick back and know yo son set

Smack another person dead

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Back from the motherfucking dead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

That's boa, see that's my set

You all should be fukn dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

These cops trippin' now they want me dead