This is a song about "Jake paul is dead"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

My team winning that's a fact boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Your shit is dead and outdated

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

Im trying to see her in bed

Boom! now that she is dead

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

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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