This is a song about "Funeral director"

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

My reepings your end soon your funeral you'll attend

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

At your funeral everybody toasted

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

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

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

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

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

Hop on the cable and watch your funeral on cnn

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then