This is a song about "Dead grandfather"

But i can't kill somethig already dead

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

You could say i'm friends with fred

If not we're practically dead

At an extremly alarming rate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Your raps are so brain dead

That's boa, see that's my set

You all should be fukn dead

If your man want to bet

Like night of the living dead