This is a song about "Funeral"

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

At your funeral everybody toasted

My reepings your end soon your funeral you'll attend

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

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

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom