This is a song about "They are all dead"

Featherweight, zombies rose dead awake, they resonate 'em,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

My skills they are all weak

The revolution will proceed

We magnetizing the ghetto

Are we living or dead bro

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Cutting me this worthless check

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

They got all this money while people are poor

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Cause tears falling down make me ache