This is a song about "He s dead"

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Any one who says he s wack i attack with these raps n

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

- ask him where the bread or he dead... presidents

P-funk got it pumpin, he had the connects

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

As he lays dead, his memory gives him a slide show

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio