This is a song about "Dead poets scociety"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

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

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

One dead if i'm am then

Marshmallows inside my pen

But i can't kill somethig already dead

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

And i can write a hook fast

But hes dead so you cant

New york, va, dc, get paid

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Kick back and know yo son set

If not we're practically dead

Your gonna be on top nigga

Dead , shot etc