This is a song about "Your dead"

Dead they chose money over your head"

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

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

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Your raps are so brain dead

Finding more light to shed

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

They getting nice, they got some ice

And if i catch you handing me your dead eyes,

Id ask for your name, but that shits #dead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck