This is a song about "Dead"

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

And please never disrespect my set

That rap is mostly dead/

Cutting me this worthless check

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

If not we're practically dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Your raps are so brain dead

Even when my dreams are dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

All you niggas dead , dead fake