This is a song about "Cemetery 117"

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I got that gold cemetery flow

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

The truth, with martin luther king at the cemetery,

Cemetery and bury it,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

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!//

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

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