This is a song about "Mom is dead"

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Because of my mom and her dead beat husband

Well, i can handle that

Your shit is dead and outdated

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

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Trophy//is not taking a shower when your mom pussy juices soak me//i'ma live

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

And beer as long as your mom is here! my

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet