This is a song about "Dead poets scociety"

Then '09 came, them bad record sales

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Code red, which means you go red

Boom! now that she is dead

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

You all should be fukn dead

Like sally mae on college debt

One dead if i'm am then

Car seats got screens in them

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

But i can't kill somethig already dead

And don't perform after him or you might regret

New york, va, dc, get paid

All you niggas dead , dead fake