This is a song about "Funeral director"

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

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Sitting in the bathroom expecting the director

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

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral