This is a song about "Youre dead to me"

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

God if youre there tell me if you can see this,

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

I stay to spout youre all my spouse within space

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

Dont listen to bethel, youre messiah and devil

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Enough things to make youre mind scream

I'm the head coach of the team

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

If your man want to bet