This is a song about "She s dead"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And when i start to shout she says, i'm sure that i am dead,

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

She was dead on arrival

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

And my dad do quick pumps, i was sure she was dead.

I don't want you to have my permit yet

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

She stares at his glare thinking about her dead beat father

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for