This is a song about "Dead grandfather"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Like night of the living dead

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Way too much right here is at stake

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Even when my dreams are dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread