This is a song about "Your almost dead"

Lying dead, with liquid so red, all around your reasting bed.

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Dead they chose money over your head"

I work hard for everything i get

The world looking out, they on the front row

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Sunroof flow so over your head

Your raps are so brain dead

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Last sigh expressed on why was it done but your fucking dead!

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.