This is a song about "Dead aunt"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

The situation was vague, but it was so that my aunt has done her business and came

Like sally mae on college debt

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I had to stop the perfect girl in her act so my aunt wouldn't see the scene that's obscene

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

You all should be fukn dead

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Do you want to end up dead?!

Probably die getting some head

Like night of the living dead

Ain't finna peak yet