This is a song about "Vikkstar is dead"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

If you out there let me hear you say

Christine is found dead, that very next day

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

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Pac is dead? shit i know that pac is dead.

This is like love, that you can never get

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart