This is a song about "At your funeral"

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

She grabs the yellow bottle

Halfback toss to right

And ill stand at your side

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

The real result will end with your #funeral, a #skewed #sickle till your #pupils #grow

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

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

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