This is a song about "Dead"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Like night of the living dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Im trying to see her in bed

Your raps are so brain dead

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Now you wish i was dead,

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Smack another person dead

Like a church in debt

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat