This is a song about "Crate digger"

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

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

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

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

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

Taking my time, let me levitate