This is a song about "Exposing people is dead"

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Christine is found dead, that very next day

If i can leave this place, and just get away

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

My voice make her wet

That rap is mostly dead/

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

Your friends say, why we not together yet