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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Top dropped down, black on black

In some dumbasses back.

Im no snitch and ill take it to my grave/ interagating me offering me some

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Cause what's done is in the past it ain't never coming back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

Tell them niggas we coming

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

And this rap meaning that i'm coming back.