This is a song about "Coffins"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Feel hella awkward, when they auction of coffins.

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And put trash rappers inside of coffins

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Ill be the blame for the shortage of coffins

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

Bullet proof coffins, and weapons of steel

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

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