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

I jumped that motha fucker like he was gonna die

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I needed satisfaction for once before i close my casket and find love and don't pass it

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

If i don't kill my nervousness, shit's gonna last, won't it?

I'm gonna fight till i win or die

Dreamin on a lullaby

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

You other brothers can’t deny

It was my home by i made die

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I also carry traits from my mother,

The ice ain't really nothing to her