This is a song about "At a funeral"

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

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

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

At your funeral everybody toasted

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

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

Hop on the cable and watch your funeral on cnn

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money