This is a song about "Dead beat"

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

If your man want to bet

Like night of the living dead

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

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I’m way harder than the concrete

To beat or not to beat/

Kick back and know yo son set

You all should be fukn dead

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

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