This is a song about "Remembering dead rappers"

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

I'm the buster of rappers.

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

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

Out remembering the moments

She can make a pimp fall in love

Y'all be remembering this.

Shopping i’ll be in paris

Back from the motherfucking dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Our vision never changed, we self made

Im trying to see her in bed

Need an appointment wanna be dead

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

Probably die getting some head