This is a song about "You dead"

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

So you better run away cause if i reach you your dead,

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

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

Fuck around with me you just get dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Do you want to end up dead?!

Kick back and know yo son set

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Now you wish i was dead,

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

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

But hes dead so you cant

Fucking hoes, no strings attached