This is a song about "Coffins"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

Ill be the blame for the shortage of coffins

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

So here i am at the store for some chips

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

It's moe, all i need is more chips