This is a song about "Found him dead"

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Bang your dead . so ill call jesus and tell him i killed you cause

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Forcing me to stumble and fall while i pick up my best friend and rip him from a dead crawl,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I should've found out a sooner