This is a song about "Manners about the dead"

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Don't be the next cobain and wind up dead

I'm revisiting with no manners

Talking about the god you serve

Interrogate about the dro when payrolls joked about

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

We forgot our manners, became actors and ignored the hazards

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Cuz once the world gets on my ass i’ll be dead,

And please never disrespect my set

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red