This is a song about "Tristan is dead"

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

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

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Christine is found dead, that very next day

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

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

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

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

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

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

A clever idea to take something they said

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,