This is a song about "Dead babys"

That's boa, see that's my set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Cutting me this worthless check

Your raps are so brain dead

Sunroof flow so over your head

Even when my dreams are dead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

If not we're practically dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread