This is a song about "Tupac is dead"

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

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

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

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

Cause everythang gonna be alright

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And tupac spit on their territory/

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

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

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Tupac is cryin' in his grave, i'm at a rave with a ton of sun block,