This is a song about "Dig"

And chicks dig my tongue twisters

When they twist and talk with they fingers

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I tried hard to dig up the credentials

Together all the timethought it was true love

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

Want to stop those fuck from breathing, snap their necks like twigs, dig em a grave,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,