This is a song about "Fuck me dead"

Woo-hah, got you all in check

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Fuck a toast, i'm dead i suppose, main conflict diseases

And please never disrespect my set

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

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

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

A military mind mean money

Fuck she's dead... throw her off the couch, rest my feet on her head.

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips