This is a song about "Coroner"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

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?"

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the