This is a song about "Coroner"

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

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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