This is a song about "Your dead"

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck

I can give your complete death, but i left you just half dead

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck