This is a song about "Tristan is dead"

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

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

Christine is found dead, that very next day

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

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

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Cause when i sit you in your place your reputation is dead

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

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

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

Boom! now that she is dead

Kick back and know yo son set