This is a song about "Rock is dead"

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Give us this day, our daily bread

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

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

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

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

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

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

Runnin this bitch, feel like i deserve a medal here

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Like sally mae on college debt

Boom! now that she is dead