This is a song about "Digging"

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Instead of the hoes i was digging out, the one girl i always had a fit about

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Digging your lyrics from the trash, dude your retarded

It's optimistic, how deep we've been digging.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Ringing digging singing

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went