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

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

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

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

And this rap meaning that i'm coming back.

Coming up in the impala.

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Like an abusive husband,bitch get back in the kitchen and make me some muffins

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

But i get some niggas need to feel wanted, the day you came back is the day