This is a song about "Funeral for a f"

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

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

As far as being hard, i feel i’m somewhere near medusa

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

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

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