This is a song about "Dead nigga"

If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

These jordan 4′s: check

Boom! now that she is dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Like sally mae on college debt

Now you wish i was dead,

My god come before this bread