This is a song about "Jimmy casket"

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Better be closed casket,

I just want 'em scared before i show 'em the casket

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

The future is born, put the past in the casket

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!