This is a song about "The huns are dead"

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I don't want you to have my permit yet

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Back from the motherfucking dead

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

Your raps are so brain dead

Like sally mae on college debt

This is like love, that you can never get

My friend lost his leg,army are dead