This is a song about "Dead on the inside"

I got something you've been waiting for

Inside out, upside down and on the fucking floor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Thisheat and pain continues on deep inside

Breaking molds that grow on the inside of eyelids

One life to live but they all doing life bids

Another day as i step out the door

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Laying on the slides as i find my way inside

And i'm indecisive when the things are light

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block