This is a song about "Dead ed"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Can't you see i'm undefeat-ed,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes,

My voice make her wet

Your raps are so brain dead

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Crossover give ed to d, so that i'll leave ill sucker limping

Being puppeteer-ed putting aside my common sense

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Uneven-ed floors, like joeys cornelius flow might be psycho though, you trifling

Like night of the living dead

Ain't finna peak yet