This is a song about "A funeral"

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

I let her decorate the real estate

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Your a show without a channel

Lady at the frank stand will

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Spit a poem or a diss

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral