This is a song about "Putting your dick in a hearse"

Running crashing your hearse

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

No religion, putting 10 bullets in your chest

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Take your hat off and get to cuttin: kung lao on that bitch

Your dick work like a lamp in a power outage

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse