This is a song about "Dead heart"

If not we're practically dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

See, and now life seem hard

Armed with darkness in my heart,

Back from the motherfucking dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

You all should be fukn dead

Like a church in debt

Dead , shot etc

Yeah, one time for the

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead