This is a song about "The huns are dead"

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

One day a bed

Your raps are so brain dead

Evil as i said, choking people that are dead, stroking motherfuckers head,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

And baseheads stay dead, and people are ready to take lead,

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