This is a song about "If i die who gonna carry my casket"

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Street fameall out warfare, eye for a eyebustin on my enemies bad boy killing

I dont feel as if my future is dimming, instead i think its gonna be so fulfilling.

I also carry traits from my mother,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Now everybody put your hands up high

My stray plaque... "bitch please you're gonna die!"

Thoughts rushing through my head that she was gonna die,

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Never gonna change till the day i die