This is a song about "Funeral"

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

At your funeral everybody toasted

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

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

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral