This is a song about "The grateful dead"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Eyes of dead presidents, i plan the evidence,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

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

Then leave her dead body in the woods

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Niggas aren't grateful anymore where's

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Don't be the next cobain and wind up dead