This is a song about "Fucking the dead"

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Nobody ain't own us yet

Back from the motherfucking dead

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

There'll be no one left, by the time im dead,

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Then leave her dead body in the woods

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//