This is a song about "Waking dead"

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Got ma #swordy-rhymes ready to win this war, waking outta here victorious

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

A lazy fuck, i'm blazin' bud before im even waking up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I don't mind if you niggas hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

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

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

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Your raps are so brain dead

Woo-hah, got you all in check