This is a song about "Funeral for a f"

I'm at the funeral cryin' heavily,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Cause there could never be peace

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

And i did the video for really though

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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