This is a song about "My dead father2"

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping