This is a song about "Cod your terrible"

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I never fit in with them light skins

I can get straight to the cash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Your rap is more terrible than anything i ever did

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Ill give you quite a fright, or at least a terrible

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

So here, i'll give you my condolences for such a terrible loss.