This is a song about "Closed"

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Happy until their casket gets closed, i'mma go out guns blazing

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Now i rock shows, kill beats with my eyes closed

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Kid closed his eyes;hoping to avoid

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

I put these poems all in these songs

Ears forming vapor, ya fists closed stiff and the color of blizzards

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here