This is a song about "Funeral"

A military mind mean money

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

At your funeral everybody toasted

The funeral for hip-hop, i'm aiming down the sniper scope,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

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

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral