This is a song about "Dead poets scociety"

New york, va, dc, get paid

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Boom! now that she is dead

Kick back and know yo son set

Street poets fantasizing, but i'm here to tell you stories,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

Dead , shot etc

You're fucking with me, nigga

If not we're practically dead

Im trying to see her in bed

You could say i'm friends with fred

Your raps are so brain dead

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

Back from the motherfucking dead