This is a song about "Mourning"

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string