This is a song about "There dead"

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Laying there, not knowing that i was near dead.

If not we're practically dead

Give us this day, our daily bread

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

I'll always be there, be there

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

A fucking dead body, this one wasn't there for fun

Nobody ain't own us yet

Like night of the living dead

Even when my dreams are dead

Code red, which means you go red

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.