This is a song about "My dead freind"

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And to prove it i can be virgin to my fucking dead.

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

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

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

My head has died requestin' light feelin' like i'm dead to rights

All my friends dead,and so much bodies left

Cause i was never hesitant to represent