This is a song about "Dead that"

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

That cred represents and i kill kings like double motherfuckin' dead presidents,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

I'm the walking dead, hoping that rick grimes lies ahead

Y'all best believe ill be switching on that dead eye,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

So smack this bitches with your fist, oh sorry your dead !!! okay leave me for that shit

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

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

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Laying there, not knowing that i was near dead.

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

She wasn't weak, but was left for dead in the streets that they drove her down