This is a song about "Gack is dead"

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Dead , shot etc

A criminal grind nigga

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

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy