This is a song about "Mourning"

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good