This is a song about "Coffin in the back"

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Ain't got no room in the back

Can't win with a passive attack

Guess that shit finally hit the coffin

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

She all on my skin

Into the green mile, coffin

When i was starving now it's payback

Help me with something in the back

And if buddhism is real, i'm ill to the last coffin

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win