This is a song about "Dig in ya face"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

She dig me, got my dick in the dirt