This is a song about "Dead to love"

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

You're dead to be, seceding mentally

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

Ice melts into rain

I make love to the game

I really tried to show love

Wood chain with a jesus

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

Conceived in hate yet taught to love

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips