This is a song about "Funeral"

The real result will end with your #funeral, a #skewed #sickle till your #pupils #grow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

I’m so foulx-rayin' every girl blouseforgive me, i’m back calm now

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

At your funeral everybody toasted

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

And i be talking about me, i do this

Hop on the cable and watch your funeral on cnn

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Your stupid i'm through with your views, slowly stewing you fools, like a casserole

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral