This is a song about "Youre dead"

Youre name should be ronny

On they twitter writing novels, see

Dedication to elevation so youre free of luggage

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Youre fucked, ur the lock, ima key,and youre shocked? thought i cheat?

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Shit in her head youre nothing youre just shit

All you niggas dead , dead fake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

You think youre sooo slick

This a lil change trick

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Youre all pawns of the thing at large

Youre probably so embarrased that youre tomato red

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet