This is a song about "Waking dead"

If you had, one shot

It's waking time, time to drop

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Your raps are so brain dead

I’m waking up the whole game, maintaining control,

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

We both had dreams of being great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

That rap is mostly dead/

Like a church in debt