This is a song about "My sister is dead"

Even when my dreams are dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Say bye bye to her

Your sort of like my sister,

You could say i'm friends with fred

That rap is mostly dead/

Got hu women frostburg women

Few days back my sister lost her son....

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

She don’t give her nigga head

Boom! now that she is dead