This is a song about "Rock is dead"

But god is still the rock

He say, she say." oh my god

I try to tell them i'm one of the

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

Rock em sock em your fucking style is as plain as white rice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Christine is found dead, that very next day

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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