This is a song about "At a funeral"

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Hop on the cable and watch your funeral on cnn

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

I made a song at camp

I start to think it's all planned