This is a song about "Dead to live"

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Take her back to where i live

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Once as a slave who imagined being free

To always live comfortably

Don't regurgitate my sperm

And shit i live to learn,

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You're dead to be, seceding mentally

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

To kill those thoughts i hear id have to be dead.