This is a song about "Dead nan"

*cough cough*, that's some potent shit oh there go police man

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

If not we're practically dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

She likes the way it hits her lips

Take your nan for an instance

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Even when my dreams are dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Give us this day, our daily bread

Believe me, i'm beyond dead