This is a song about "Cradle to the grave"

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

Im no snitch and ill take it to my grave/ interagating me offering me some

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

His conscience can take him to his grave

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

So i lay alone while you lay with #him, pills leading me to my grave...

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Game face is fatal, rock the beat to the cradle.

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Driving my car to a foreign place

Ill have miles davis come from the grave