This is a song about "Dead"

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

So if i do call it's just a check

Like night of the living dead

In this rap game you must be dead,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Even when my dreams are dead

That's boa, see that's my set

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

And please never disrespect my set

My god come before this bread

You all should be fukn dead

Like a church in debt

If not we're practically dead