This is a song about "Jon is dead"

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

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

Your shit is dead and outdated

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

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

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Christine is found dead, that very next day

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life