This is a song about "Exposing people is dead"

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

People wonder why grass is green,

The bitches is everything in between

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long

And closest thing you get to god is being dead and gone

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Make his people understand that if they don't they'll be better off dead.

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay