This is a song about "Tristan is dead"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Christine is found dead, that very next day

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

But then the doctor is cold dead on the floor for something you did you did.

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

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

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered