This is a song about "Dead man"

Skeletors, he-man, she-man, see, man?

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Do you want to end up dead?!

She don’t give her nigga head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

And please never disrespect my set

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

I respect that you don't know yet

You all should be fukn dead

Even when my dreams are dead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Nobody ain't own us yet

Now you wish i was dead,

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance