This is a song about "Dead hookers"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

Smack another person dead

Nobody ain't own us yet

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I get my paper, y'all just hate

My god come before this bread

Back from the motherfucking dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

Even when my dreams are dead

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Kick back and know yo son set

These cops trippin' now they want me dead