This is a song about "Closed campus"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

The case is closed, i'll make 'em toast, emcees rhymin' on beats,

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

After every show, a dream she hold

This time ill make sure the caskets closed

But from that perspective, what you can't see is behind closed curtains

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

We're loading up the tecs, getting vexed, keep the streets closed,

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Kid closed his eyes;hoping to avoid

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

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