This is a song about "Dead girl"

Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl (x2)

I'm on deck i'm up next

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

But i can't kill somethig already dead

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Back from the motherfucking dead

The proverbial lemonade that i made

All you niggas dead , dead fake

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead