This is a song about "Funeral"

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Its a funeral on april twentieth,

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

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

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast