This is a song about "Coffins"

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

And still a nigga made it here

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Ill be the blame for the shortage of coffins

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

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