This is a song about "Dead angles"

My god come before this bread

Fuck around with me you just get dead

That's boa, see that's my set

Now you wish i was dead,

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

This is like love, that you can never get

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

So if i do call it's just a check

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

But hes dead so you cant

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

She don’t give her nigga head