This is a song about "Bury me alive i m chilling in my tomb"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

"forgive my past tricks?" i won't bury the hatchet,

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

And this the endso good luck with your career

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

I may bury both, hopeless

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I bury my whole foot in ur faggot ass and still walk tall haters keep me on toes/