This is a song about "The huns are dead"

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

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

One night love: i'mma need that

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

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

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

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Are we living or dead bro

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead