This is a song about "Dead mans hand"

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Cutting me this worthless check

That rap is mostly dead/

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

With a blunt in there hand,

But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Fuck all the fake mans and all the debts owed

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

The lights may flicker, your face feels red