This is a song about "Fucking the dead"

When i was delivered by the doc he stated i was dead

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

A fucking dead body, this one wasn't there for fun

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

But bitch i aint stopping till im fucking dead

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Last sigh expressed on why was it done but your fucking dead!

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.