This is a song about "Casket"

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

And put in a casket where you'll rapidly get colder

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Past the end zone to your casket laid "oh happy day"

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I'm back and on track, you'll be packed in a sack or a casket

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

A casket is made, never was very bright,

I needed satisfaction for once before i close my casket and find love and don't pass it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars