This is a song about "Big dig"

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

You better dig your grave

Baby got that super bass

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

I'd rather be blind and dig my grave with a spade

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music