This is a song about "Portrait of a dead corpse"

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

So i'm trying something fresh or maybe reviving a corpse

Inside of the cage cause i'm a motherfuckin' zebra

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

You see now that nigga lonely

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead