This is a song about "Funeral for a f"

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

F u are my favorite letters

Oldest nation on this earth

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f