This is a song about "Your almost dead"

Id ask for your name, but that shits #dead

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Your shit is dead and outdated

That's when you know you doing shit

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

We been down for too long but that's alright

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

Your rhymes are soweak it's almost like they are theological,

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little