This is a song about "Dead relative"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

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

Need an appointment wanna be dead

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

85. relative of satan,

I'm a son of a gun

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Boom! now that she is dead

If your man want to bet

You all should be fukn dead

Holla out my set

Dead , shot etc

My all gold rolly or the