This is a song about "Dead fampires"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

And the food could have been finer

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

That rap is mostly dead/

That's boa, see that's my set

If not we're practically dead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head