This is a song about "Rock is dead"

But even then i'll rock the dead in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

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

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Christine is found dead, that very next day

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

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

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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