This is a song about "Im dead"

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Like night of the living dead

If not we're practically dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Freddy jumped out from under the car and stabbed me in my eyeball

Magical metaphors dead you all n rest assured im the best of all

She don’t give her nigga head

That rap is mostly dead/

Need an appointment wanna be dead

And please never disrespect my set

Like a church in debt

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

I respect that you don't know yet

Even when my dreams are dead

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.