This is a song about "Grateful dead"

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I'm just grateful there's a roof and food on the table

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Grateful to be near you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I am grateful and blessed to be surviving today

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I sure am grateful you never pass me head!

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead