This is a song about "Kevin is dead"

One day a bed

Boom! now that she is dead

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Kevin wish he could to heaven, i'm just guessing