This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Cemetery and bury it,

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Cemetery is their new home, they couldnt handle my off the dome

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

I got that gold cemetery flow