This is a song about "Dead"

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Back from the motherfucking dead

Kick back and know yo son set

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

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

Like malcolm said, but shit malcolm dead

That rap is mostly dead/

My voice make her wet

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Like night of the living dead

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Code red, which means you go red

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed