This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

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

This summer gone be mine though

I got that gold cemetery flow

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

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!)

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Cemetery and bury it,

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

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

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out