This is a song about "Dig in ya face"

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Coming in my face bust the lights out ya system

And it rules everything around them

Talkin shit all up in ur face

Let's face it, i can’t replace

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

And laugh in your face as i beat you with ya own cast

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it