This is a song about "Funeral cemetery"

At a studio or your funeral, i'm still spitting multiple times

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

Cemetery is their new home, they couldnt handle my off the dome

Cemetery and bury it,

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three