This is a song about "Coffins"

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

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

Ill be the blame for the shortage of coffins

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

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel