This is a song about "Dead on the inside"

Silent on the surface but inside they screaming for help

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

You still dont want to test me, average white kid, on the inside

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Laying on the slides as i find my way inside

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Inside out, upside down and on the fucking floor

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet