This is a song about "At a funeral"

I need some reasons see cuz it's some creatures growing deep inside of my heart right now

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

Soaring at a great height

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna