This is a song about "I am dead"

And when i start to shout she says, i'm sure that i am dead,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Fuck i still wish i was dead,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I won't stay sedentary until i am dead and buried

But i can't kill somethig already dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

One dead if i'm am then

Hoes row got beans in them

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Now you wish i was dead,

I gotta question for you man

Thats the person i am

Nobody knows alone i really am

You gotta let these shits go, man