This is a song about "Your dead nan"

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Living dead sees ya, comin for your flesh he's the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

And if i catch you handing me your dead eyes,

In your body sections so fast you'll be dead in milliseconds

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Your raps are so brain dead

You could say i'm friends with fred