This is a song about "Nims dead kids"

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Smack another person dead

Sunroof flow so over your head

You all should be fukn dead

My all gold rolly or the

Dead , shot etc

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

A lesser measure of beggar kids

Into all the innocent kids,

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

And speak to suburban kids

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Stories we were told as kids

You can hear it in my lyrics

Kick back and know yo son set

Believe me, i'm beyond dead