This is a song about "A funeral"

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

You're a disaster a sham,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

A store that dosen't get a

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will