This is a song about "The grateful dead"

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

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Or a harpoon to tom cruise with a jock tune

Like night of the living dead

Code red, which means you go red