This is a song about "U are dead tonight"

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

'bout to get my other car

Thunderstorm while u are

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

Well, my plans are done so put a bullet through my head, yes im dead.

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

You could say i'm friends with fred

Even when my dreams are dead