This is a song about "Bury"

Well i guess i’ll pay for that tooaccountant tellin' me how much i withdrew

I'll bury you, got mansions up in alaska with the caribou

Starting to stink bury her,

When i’m looking in the mirror

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I may bury both, hopeless

Bury me while i try producing my dreams

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

With g's in my pocket

Cemetery and bury it,