This is a song about "Dead bodys"

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

She self made, i'm self made

All you niggas dead , dead fake

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Holla out my set

Like night of the living dead

Fuck around with me you just get dead

So if i do call it's just a check

There dead cause i giftwrapped c4

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Back from the motherfucking dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head