This is a song about "Alice is dead"

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

Boom! now that she is dead

That's boa, see that's my set

That rap is mostly dead/

Ain't finna peak yet

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

She's cute but her forehead's big

Your shit is dead and outdated