This is a song about "The huns are dead"

Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

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

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

Your raps are so brain dead

Kick back and know yo son set

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

In this world all the dead legends are still alive

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life