This is a song about "Dead auntie"

My god come before this bread

If not we're practically dead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Like malcolm said, but shit malcolm dead

Nobody ain't own us yet

That rap is mostly dead/

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

And please never disrespect my set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet