This is a song about "Dead man"

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

If not we're practically dead

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

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Give us this day, our daily bread

Now you wish i was dead,

I respect that you don't know yet

Like night of the living dead

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed