This is a song about "Hugh is dead"

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

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Snappin bingers on my lawn, we can blaze all day (hugh?)/

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

But then the doctor is cold dead on the floor for something you did you did.

Am i sick ?cause i'm addicted to get spliftedwatch tha stupid ass tricks get lifted

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Head first in that goddamn river, you're dead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,