This is a song about "Dead man in afghan"

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

You can never take me you a dead man walking someone call amc

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.