This is a song about "Ya dead nan"

Sickness coming at ya but ya already dead

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Im trying to see her in bed

Your raps are so brain dead

That rap is mostly dead/

Kick back and know yo son set

Dead , shot etc

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Leave ya dead, i roar no more questions left guessing if i'm hardcore

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Invade their area, dead bodies everywhere, i'll carry ya/