This is a song about "Nigga dead"

She don’t give her nigga head

That rap is mostly dead/

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Smack another person dead

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

The science and the art, africa

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck