This is a song about "Dead cousins"

If not we're practically dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

But i can't kill somethig already dead

And please never disrespect my set

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Like a church in debt

Now you wish i was dead,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Missed my cousins party, held at the park.

Dead , shot etc

My all gold rolly or the

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed