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

Overpriced change in a coffin saying sorry

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Let me put the hooks in write em and just call my journals

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm so deadly, i'll put you back in the coffin that 420 put you in when he took the win

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

A nail in ya skull leads to nails in ya coffin

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Put 'em all in a line

Westside, bitch i run mine