This is a song about "Coroner"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Somebody call the coroner, cuz bitch i'm on the border

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Semi automatics blow you into fragments, the coroner like, "what the fuck happened?"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Gotta apologize to the coroner for the beat's severed extremities/