This is a song about "Why im dead inside"

All im asking is why

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im a king why not praise me

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

The demon inside giving me life, i always dance with the devil im rolling the dice.

I could be dead wrong and im still right

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Just remember i'll forever disperse these words, until im dead in a hearse

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

But bitch i aint stopping till im fucking dead

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

I should michael jordan these rappers

Im end up dead and in a hearse,