This is a song about "Dead wrong"

Here you are, justifying hatred, spiritually wrong,

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Is not far from white girls with big bread

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Even when ya do something wrong,

I don't know maybe im wrong

We at the top where we belong

Said everything i do is wrong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

Haven't seen the world in so long

You bitches are in the wrong time and wrong place

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave