This is a song about "Dead in somewhere"

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Im end up dead and in a hearse,

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

The dead men in the sewage 'n burned in lighter fluid,

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit