This is a song about "Digging ya best mate"

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Best get ya ass to a hospital before you end up in the morgue

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Until the night he saw her gettin' with his best mate

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

With ya girl givein me the best lap dance on my right knee

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Ringing digging singing

You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade