This is a song about "Waking dead"

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

That's boa, see that's my set

Your raps are so brain dead

Now hey little mama

Dead , shot etc

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

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

Ever since you've been waking up as a conscious rapper, it's nice out.

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Like morphine in the morning without the yawning or waking up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Waking up and wishes they die.all because of societies lies and rumors.