This is a song about "You dead"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

New york, va, dc, get paid

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

No need for a gassed head, i'll have you slashed, dead,

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

In this rap game you must be dead,

I swear to you girl i feel so dead

That i just haven't came up with a name yet