This is a song about "Dead line"

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

You exert your mind with every spurted line

Im washin off another plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Even when my dreams are dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Private plane, my seat recline

Shes just hopin for a quick line

And please never disrespect my set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

I took my number, i waited in line

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Put 'em all in a line

Amounts to crap you had in every line

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime