This is a song about "Rock is dead"

They think the rock is cool, they take and make it then,

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Fred on his #flintstone, cept i make the #dead #rock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

They at the same spot they making no progress

Rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

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

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I respect that you don't know yet

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

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word