This is a song about "Dead beat dafld"

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Back from the motherfucking dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Like night of the living dead

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Smack another person dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

That rap is mostly dead/

Ain't finna peak yet