This is a song about "Parent dead"

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Now hey little mama

Dead , shot etc

One day a bed

Your raps are so brain dead

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

She don’t give her nigga head

We can talk things over a little a while

I was the parent now, helped him up and made him smile,

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

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

If you ever feel alone and

I'd raise the infant, like a parent,