This is a song about "Dead people"

Like a church in debt

Now you wish i was dead,

Can't you see? i'm surrounded be these dead people

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

In this rap game you must be dead,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Smack another person dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Back from the motherfucking dead

Probably die getting some head

That rap is mostly dead/

All you niggas dead , dead fake

We both had dreams of being great

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Code red, which means you go red