This is a song about "Hearse"

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Put you in a hearse, completely un-fuckable, fred durst,

Now shes taking her last ride in a hearse

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

I got a big fear of flying

Verse writing, hearse riding,

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Just remember i'll forever disperse these words, until im dead in a hearse

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

Cuz i'm killing need a hearse, now i'm a designated hitter

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

We should fuck each others mothers

Somebody call the hearse