This is a song about "Wifi funeral"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Appearance to his funeral left me boxed like a cubicle.

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Im kind hearted,no matter how much i come off as an asshole

At her funeral, yet few will know what really showed her to the putrid hole

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

At his funeral his mom was 9 days late,

And get that pussy when i took her to the funeral

I would never ignore you ‘cause i'm forever loyal

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

At your funeral everybody toasted

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

Hustlin' to keep from gettin' buriedbut now i gotta move away now