This is a song about "Kevin is dead"

You could say i'm friends with fred

Boom! now that she is dead

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

But you can't kill what is already dead right?

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work