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

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Well, my plans are done so put a bullet through my head, yes im dead.

Your raps are so brain dead

Kick back and know yo son set

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

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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

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