This is a song about "The dead"

When i was delivered by the doc he stated i was dead

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

But keep them cigarettes away

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Like night of the living dead

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I flash smiles at the mean looks

A delusional world that was brought back from the dead

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet