This is a song about "Dead that"

That rap is mostly dead/

Code red, which means you go red

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Leaking my red whine and now i dead rhyme, but fortunately that wasn't the case

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

And when i start to shout she says, i'm sure that i am dead,

On they twitter writing novels, see

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Untouchable soundniggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Id ask for your name, but that shits #dead

So if i do call it's just a check

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Off with a blast that made even the dead gasp

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped