This is a song about "Dig"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

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

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

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,

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I tried hard to dig up the credentials

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

You better dig your grave

And i just love your flashy ways