This is a song about "Bury"

Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Who's from, the other side of the street, we bury it,

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Bury them in flowers

You know big-breast girls

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

I don't hate you, i'm just trying to bury you's in the ground,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I bury lightning in your ass

Now you have to bury me to!

And while you doin you

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

I said, find me underground like they bury ya

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra