This is a song about "Dead eyes"

You could say i'm friends with fred

Boom! now that she is dead

Get my taste from all of my bitches

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

I respect that you don't know yet

Smack another person dead

Because i see right through your disguise

When you stare into the eyes

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Im trying to see her in bed

That rap is mostly dead/

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Believe me, i'm beyond dead