This is a song about "Trapping anit dead"

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Your friends say, why we not together yet

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

My niggas out here trapping a lot

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

If not we're practically dead

Kick back and know yo son set

You can see with your fans

Trapping with the hood rats

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Like night of the living dead

Sunroof flow so over your head