This is a song about "For dead people"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

People mentioned i'll be waiting for the props

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Battle for people to believe like a chapel

Im dead, they're searching for any sing of life like im mars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Id ask for your name, but that shits #dead