This is a song about "Some niggas in the grave and thay anit coming back"

In your grave back off of me muthafucka you better behave otherwise i'll

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Winked as he sunk into his drunk grave too early for some, kids sit and piss

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I know i anit dat good at rapping...and my efforts just go in vain...

I wanna sit back and relax as other niggas do the killin

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

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

Oh shit reverse the hearse , the curse of eazy coming back slowly and it lurch,

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb