This is a song about "Left 4 dead"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

4 79, boy better pay me

Like hoes down in magic city

Dick left her dead like a zombie

Hopin' that my niggas see

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Things left unsaid remain 6 feet deep, dead

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

You know...you know who you are

...not wanted 4 murder...

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep