This is a song about "Dead relative"

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Fuck around with me you just get dead

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

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

But i can't kill somethig already dead

And please never disrespect my set

Like night of the living dead

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Nobody ain't own us yet

That rap is mostly dead/

If your man want to bet

If not we're practically dead