This is a song about "Casket"

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

After they lower your casket i'll smack the pastor that viewed ya

Man our raps'll leave you in a casket yo, you'll be six feet deep body bagged below

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Your last rap before your ass is in a casket, we're passing it,

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

And the drastic aspects, just so you know that i'm pissing on your casket,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Your lucky not a casket