This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

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

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

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

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I got that gold cemetery flow

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Cemetery and bury it,

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