This is a song about "You re dead to me"

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

By any means necessary get campaign right

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I swear to you girl i feel so dead

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

They claim it as their own, africa

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Had to re align and not resign

But five years from now i bet she see

Cause you're dead as a dad to me