This is a song about "Dead nigger storage"

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Holla out my set

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

My voice make her wet

Even when my dreams are dead

I miss the moment i had, people like this nigger stole it

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

I respect that you don't know yet

You all should be fukn dead

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor