This is a song about "Trapping anit dead"

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Even when my dreams are dead

If not we're practically dead

Kick back and know yo son set

But i’m praying in advance

Trapping with the hood rats

Like a church in debt

You all should be fukn dead

She don’t give her nigga head

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Dead , shot etc

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Back from the motherfucking dead

Y’all millhouse, blew y’all head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead