This is a song about "Casket"

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Your lucky not a casket

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Happy until their casket gets closed, i'mma go out guns blazing

You ain't gon find that

Better be closed casket,

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket