This is a song about "Fuck me dead"

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Dead off, a bronze metal if you ask me / blast me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I'm thriving, and if hip hops dead? then why the fuck am i still alive then?

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Fuck around with me you just get dead