This is a song about "Cradle to the grave"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Pour gasoline on your grave ignite the dead kill zombies in a succor/

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I used to say i wanted to dive into my grave, but you helped me

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

I'll rise from the grave with both hands raised to the sky,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I'll be pissing on your grave trying to enslave

His conscience can take him to his grave

Slow and steady wins this race