This is a song about "Dead in somewhere"

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Instead of the asylum i was somewhere in hell

I have so much to say

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

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

And please never disrespect my set

Kill in a movie sketch pay up or ya dead

In this rap game you must be dead,

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Then some lady named billie holiday

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

But it's buried in the sand somewhere and you let it stay there instead

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead