This is a song about "Rest in peace ron"

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

It beckoned to be latched to me definitely till, the death of me when i rest in peace buried

Friendship ties was a severed piece, i even thought that i should rest in peace

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Rest in peace to my vagabond

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

She can finally rest in peace, as she waves her hands

Told me they would emerge in peace

Just know that i'm always

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

You're tryin' to rise over mandala, there's no peace in his rest

All others d bad asses...may rest in peace

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Livin out the rest of our lives in peace