This is a song about "Coffins"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Ill be the blame for the shortage of coffins

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

She likes the way it hits her lips

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here