This is a song about "He s dead"

If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks

If we ain't right and always at the throats

All you niggas dead , dead fake

What is it gonna take

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang sniffed a lot of flowers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

He just can't be dead, but that something i fear,

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will