This is a song about "Dig"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Dig a six foot hole for a bitch ass troll

You better dig your grave

But i know i see better days

But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind

This is everything that we call hype

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

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,

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I'd rather be blind and dig my grave with a spade

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

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