This is a song about "Rap is dead"

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You can search but you'll never find

Rap is one of a kind.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

But you can't kill what is already dead right?

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

Baby all i do is rap

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Boom! now that she is dead

One day a bed