This is a song about "Pre ordered your casket"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

I just want 'em scared before i show 'em the casket

If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

I'm ordered, no i'm on it

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

The future is born, put the past in the casket

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Several hundred roses for the dozens bullets leaves you in the casket,

It has nothing to do with the game’s pre-release budget

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid