This is a song about "Dead chat"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

These bitches talkin reckless and im not wit that chit chat

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Back from the motherfucking dead

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Holla out my set

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Cause me nd you bout to have a lil' chat

Like sally mae on college debt

Boom! now that she is dead

My flow is picturesque, picture this like snap chat

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that