This is a song about "Dig your own grave"

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

With foreign names, valet the range

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter

Devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

Jt: my mom’s been so alone

Raising a kid on your own

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

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Never will i leave you on your own,

Little latasha sho' grown

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

Or to dig your grave... but my mind won't make up it's mind and behave!