This is a song about "Grandads funeral"

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

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

My reepings your end soon your funeral you'll attend

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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