This is a song about "Dead dieing"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Boom! now that she is dead

If your man want to bet

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

You all should be fukn dead

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Nobody ain't own us yet

Your raps are so brain dead

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet