This is a song about "Dead angles"

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Probably die getting some head

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

I'll come from multiple angles like a cross road intersection

Nobody ain't own us yet

Boom! now that she is dead

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Kick back and know yo son set

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Like night of the living dead

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

And don't perform after him or you might regret

But i can't kill somethig already dead