This is a song about "Donnie u speaking on the dead yo head look like a piece of cornbread"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Freddy stabbed me a few more times in the head until i lay dead on the dashboard

He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Not obvious, it’s like a piece of shit

Ain't finna peak yet

Like night of the living dead

Dead. driver of the car never slows down or looks back to see. take a look back yellow crime

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I look like a winner, yo can look but don't stare

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Write how to stop rapping like a piece of cheat