This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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!)

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

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

I got that gold cemetery flow

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Cemetery and bury it,

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

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