This is a song about "The huns are dead"

Back from the motherfucking dead

My god come before this bread

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet