This is a song about "Austin graves"

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

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

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

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