This is a song about "Remembering dead rappers"

Maybe, my visions hazy, shaking, vaguely remembering my flow

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Kick back and know yo son set

You all should be fukn dead

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Y'all be remembering this.

If not we're practically dead

Sunroof flow so over your head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Smack another person dead

Talking of the gods you serve

I shoot seeds at rappers

That rap is mostly dead/

Give us this day, our daily bread

Out remembering the moments

I can teach you all the sounds of love