This is a song about "Society is dead"

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

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

My wife is dead, all i have is mona

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

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

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

Like sally mae on college debt

That rap is mostly dead/

Boom! now that she is dead

Holla out my set