This is a song about "Your dead man"

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Dead man beside em and he takes his guns and mags

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

"nah man your just high again"

Bet i get like 8 of them

Your election, over im soo the bigger man

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.