This is a song about "My dead grandad"

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Even when my dreams are dead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Close my eyes and see everybody i know dead

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

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

And she would do anything for everything

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

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