This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Cemetery and bury it,

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

Get you high, keep it on the low

I got that gold cemetery flow

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

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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