This is a song about "Dead tings"

Fuck around with me you just get dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Like sally mae on college debt

That rap is mostly dead/

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

I respect that you don't know yet

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Like a church in debt

You all should be fukn dead

And then along came the wrong man for her

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head