This is a song about "Dig"

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I prefer your applause without a handout

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

She can make a pimp fall in love

I tried hard to dig up the credentials

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Who love to dig deep inside ya fuckin' lyrics and twist 'em,

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-