This is a song about "Dead poets scociety"

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Kick back and know yo son set

Smack another person dead

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

I work hard for everything i get

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

You're cancerous, a cadaver motherfucker, already dead

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

Allegedly dead and rapping whiter/

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for