This is a song about "Rap ya dead"

Probably die getting some head

In this rap game you must be dead,

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Putting it on ya till you atone ya sins, to the real rap god

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With more & more rap material, i got you and ya moms

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

Scratch out what ya got in that rap pad,

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Living dead sees ya, comin for your flesh he's the

See you're involved with rap yet ya don't wanna touch it,

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret