This is a song about "Dead beat"

Give us this day, our daily bread

You all should be fukn dead

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

You think you can reply back and beat me but your dead wrong

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

That rap is mostly dead/

Cutting me this worthless check

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Probably die getting some head

Smack another person dead