This is a song about "Youre dead to me"

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Me anymore/ over her dead body will i ever get to live with my

Enough things to make youre mind scream

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Now youre living opposite to the position youd be living

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Cause you're dead as a dad to me