This is a song about "Austin graves"

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

These backpackers and whack rappers i'm sending to graves,

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play