This is a song about "Grateful dead"

Now you wish i was dead,

She don’t give her nigga head

Back from the motherfucking dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

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

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Niggas aren't grateful anymore where's

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

My god come before this bread

Boom! now that she is dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

My voice make her wet

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.