This is a song about "Tristan is dead"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

I respect that you don't know yet

Boom! now that she is dead

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

There are dead sheep in the yards, playing these cards is getting hard

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

But you can't kill what is already dead right?

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight