This is a song about "Dead nigger storage"

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

But all i hear is "nigger nigger" my rhymes are sicker

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Cause i'll kill if i find out you're watching some other movies, bitch

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I'm a battenberg nigger that plays for high stakes./

And then donkey punch every other nigger cause they all just bologna

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Even when my dreams are dead