This is a song about "Coffin in the back"

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Help me with something in the back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

The first rap from my back from the coffin series.

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

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Make the fingers snap

With my niggas in the back

When your love lies in the coffin woken up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Only concern was the home that was close to him

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Guess that shit finally hit the coffin