This is a song about "Rock is dead"

I'm everybody top ten, you ain't even top tier

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

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

I try to tell them i'm one of the

And she gon let it loose, hey

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Dc has never seen such progress

Rappin is sess, laced with rock and yes/

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

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

But even then i'll rock the dead in hell

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

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

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