This is a song about "Dead girl"

Won't ya swallow that girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Like night of the living dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

If not we're practically dead

And please never disrespect my set

Probably die getting some head

That rap is mostly dead/

Code red, which means you go red

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Even when my dreams are dead

Kick back and know yo son set