This is a song about "Put em in a coffin"

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Put 'em all in a line, add an ak-47, a revolver and a nine"

I wreck lyricist to the point were they pick out the coffin before i burn em on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

Put em in handcuffs, fucked their butts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,