This is a song about "Crate digger"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I just create my anger with fused weight on my shoulders with no excused crate