This is a song about "Exposing people is dead"

Boom! now that she is dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Make his people understand that if they don't they'll be better off dead.

Can't you see? i'm surrounded be these dead people

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Razor grips, laser spit

Your shit is dead and outdated