This is a song about "Crate digger"

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Breaking down the underground call me a #digger

You aint no grave digger, now drop the gun 'n stop fuckin with her/

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate