This is a song about "The robots are finally dead"

Your raps are so brain dead

These jordan 4′s: check

Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Finally tear up the americas,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

So finally might make sense, when these rappers are talking shit

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

In this world all the dead legends are still alive