This is a song about "Grandads funeral"

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Im at your funeral getting slurped in the church

Who get dragged by the masses cuz they can't search,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

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

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

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

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

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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

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,