This is a song about "Dead boy"

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Nobody ain't own us yet

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

My god come before this bread

That rap is mostly dead/

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Get outta my face, looking boy