This is a song about "Your dead man"

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

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

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

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

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

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Man you aren't an mcee man your mock your fake

I just murdered off this beat, man i guess it's dead,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Your raps are so brain dead

Cutting me this worthless check

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

"nah man your just high again"