This is a song about "Cradle to the grave"

Ticklin him go to his grave, skip him and visit his dog

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

We've got one foot on the ground and we've got one foot in the grave

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Or to dig your grave... but my mind won't make up it's mind and behave!

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

His conscience can take him to his grave

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

His conscience can take him to his grave

But she took it in his place