This is a song about "Your dead man"

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Everybody finger point in your direction

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

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

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

Your shit is dead and outdated

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

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

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Id ask for your name, but that shits #dead

Dead they chose money over your head"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed