This is a song about "Manners about the dead"

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

I know the world been waiting for that

Back from the motherfucking dead

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

To sum it up, your dead wrong about what you think you know/

Bring life to the dead, uplift the upset

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I'm about to teach you some manners.

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Then leave her dead body in the woods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/