This is a song about "Rap is dead"

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

With some lesbians that don't know english

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

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

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Your rap is you talking backward

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Small, but you talkin' big

Your shit is dead and outdated

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

And please never disrespect my set