This is a song about "Buried ma"

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Buried deep but ive arisen,

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

When i buried you, i buried me to,

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Slow and steady wins this race

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

A buried hatchet that lasted

With these macs i've got a bad habit

They all need attention, they call me a g though

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show