This is a song about "Dead on the sidewalk"

My two nines go biya biya when i shoot 'emkorean motherfuckers was crooked

But then the doctor is cold dead on the floor for something you did you did.

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

Leave you foaming from the mouth on the sidewalk

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Leave a nigga on the sidewalk, body lined with chalk

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Back from the motherfucking dead