This is a song about "Rest in peace to my dad goephrey kimani"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

All i ask, rest in peace

I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

As we rest in peace maggots eat us out

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

"billie" in my "jeans", rest in peace mike jackson!

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Respectfully rip my conscience rest in peace,

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