This is a song about "Bobby graves"

But i apologize for not walking you around

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

Breaking into your house with nothing more than a bobby pin.

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains