This is a song about "Rap is dead"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

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

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

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

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

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

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

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

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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