This is a song about "Jon is dead"

Your shit is dead and outdated

The real muscle in the message of that

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

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I'm dreaming to be great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy