This is a song about "Dead on the sidewalk"

And just looked at the whole situation

Caught the one with the mace dead on his chin

Cuz once the world gets on my ass i’ll be dead,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

She was dead on arrival

Cause this album pack enough evil

If your man want to bet

Like night of the living dead

But the show must go on, won't rest til your dead 'n gone,

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.