This is a song about "Dead nans"

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Our songs makes heads pop, an nans ganster bop, limp walking round like they just got shot,

Even when my dreams are dead

And please never disrespect my set

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

I respect that you don't know yet

My voice make her wet

Boom! now that she is dead

Ain't finna peak yet

Your raps are so brain dead

Found dead covered in red

Im trying to see her in bed