This is a song about "Tupac is dead"

Bumping me against the world, hello world, kendrick here

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

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Code red, which means you go red

Boom! now that she is dead

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

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

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

‘cuz people still remember thugs killing tupac,