This is a song about "Dead"

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

So if i do call it's just a check

If not we're practically dead

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

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Sunroof flow so over your head

Like night of the living dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

You all should be fukn dead

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

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

My voice make her wet

That rap is mostly dead/