This is a song about "George is dead"

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Caught george with a hand on his cock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

A roof for their stuff, shout out to george carlin

And non-nigga friends got it with him

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Boom! now that she is dead

Cold, my style making my nose run

George jackson packin' a magnum

Christine is found dead, that very next day

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway