This is a song about "Mourning"

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

And getting money is the song i sing

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement