This is a song about "Your dead nan"

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

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

Because i see right through your disguise

And if i catch you handing me your dead eyes,

I just want somebody i can see

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Your raps are so brain dead

If your man want to bet

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Shades: lv was a little dough

Lying dead, with liquid so red, all around your reasting bed.

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