This is a song about "Bobby graves"

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

But five years from now i bet she see

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

That's what ricky bobby said

My god come before this bread

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

You a soft as new edition crackhead like bobby brown