This is a song about "Coffins"

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

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Ill be the blame for the shortage of coffins

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

And still a nigga made it here

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips