This is a song about "Austin graves"

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

That he found in a cave, then showed em to their graves!

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years