This is a song about "The grateful dead"

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Niggas aren't grateful anymore where's

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

And i should not be woken, i'm the walking dead

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

I can't explain the way it stays, i'm grateful my brain's already stained

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit