This is a song about "Punks are dead"

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

You, you, you have to pay for that

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Evil as i said, choking people that are dead, stroking motherfuckers head,

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

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Blam! straight in your head, you are already dead

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

All of those are dead to me, similar to the children's parents

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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