This is a song about "Dig"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

What you believe in you gotta dig deep to see the sins,

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

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

So dig that,go back to your room,daddy's back

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Blow off that meter, don't be eager, and dont stop neither (shit man gotta dig deeper)

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

But only the ho's put the effort in to dig it,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

I tried hard to dig up the credentials

And i need you to show me love

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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