This is a song about "Dead ryan"

You all should be fukn dead

These jordan 4′s: check

Eh yo ryan, this ones is for you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

J. cole's her ghost writer

Ryan spits hot fire

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

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

If not we're practically dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Whats up, my name is ryan,

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

She don’t give her nigga head

Do you want to end up dead?!