This is a song about "Dead eyes"

Like a church in debt

That rap is mostly dead/

Nobody ain't own us yet

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Your raps are so brain dead

My voice make her wet

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

And i got guys with eyes so dead they look to me for their thrills

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

All you niggas dead , dead fake

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Support the guy with white eyes

Strolling around, sunlight in my eyes

Them haters wishing they could see my demise