This is a song about "My dead grandma who was like a mum to me"

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Once their was a boy who felt like a king,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Road kill grill on a track these rappers dead to me

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live