This is a song about "Dead"

Your raps are so brain dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Even when my dreams are dead

My god come before this bread

You could say i'm friends with fred

That rap is mostly dead/

In this rap game you must be dead,

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Smack another person dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

These cops trippin' now they want me dead