This is a song about "Dig bick"

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Dont fuck up don't fall, keep your eye on the ball and dig deeper

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

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