This is a song about "Dead crackheads"

Your gonna be on top nigga

Dead , shot etc

If not we're practically dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Smack another person dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

But i'm cappin' these snitch chatting, crackheads.

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Now you wish i was dead,

That's boa, see that's my set

Need an appointment wanna be dead

I respect that you don't know yet