This is a song about "Killed you funeral"

But still killed cause you were curious

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

You will get all the votes probably but know i killed you,my skills fueled on beef

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Once i've killed you i hope the devil fucks you in the afterlife and that's the price

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

For being cocky get now you get killed for that

I watched helplessly as you killed for me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

You think you killed it but my ass isn't deceased

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

I've killed it since the instance you distanced 'n' grimaced

Stop before you respond, my lryical rhyme, just killed you bitches for the count

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound