This is a song about "The dead"

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Now this shit is turning to a habit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

There'll be no one left, by the time im dead,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

I'm assured the victim's dead with murder expertise,

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Bring life to the dead, uplift the upset