This is a song about "Bury me in my guccis"

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

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Bury them in flowers

Actions speak louder than words

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I bury lightning in your ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

In my room i can be me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

I don't care what the fuck you do but if fucking speak of me you will

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Just stops me in my tracks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks