This is a song about "Dead love"

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

In this rap game you must be dead,

Your raps are so brain dead

Like a church in debt

Like night of the living dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Smack another person dead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Cutting me this worthless check

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Probably die getting some head

Boom! now that she is dead