This is a song about "Bobby graves"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby/

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

So now this work's been worthless

Bobby knight be coachin us

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth