This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

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!)

Cemetery and bury it,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

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!)

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

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

I got that gold cemetery flow

I make you feel like it is 10 below

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!//

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,