This is a song about "Your coffin"

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Into the green mile, coffin

She all on my skin

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Guess that shit finally hit the coffin

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

She graduated top of the class

Your coffin will be made of some nice sanded cedar somewhat

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Talk about stabbing me and putting my family in a coffin,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin