This is a song about "Your dead"

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

Dead they chose money over your head"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

I could be dead and buried, i'd still be above your level,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Knowing you was getting by hardly