This is a song about "Tupac is dead"

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

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

And tupac spit on their territory/

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

" is he dead yet?" then you see she starts giving me head

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

That bitch is dead, decapitated head,

I’ll be there on the top ten lists with dre and tupac,

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

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

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head