This is a song about "Mourning"

The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

We're mourning from the morning to the night, we just mindin',

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him