This is a song about "Digging"

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

Ringing digging singing

I was born to do the damn thing

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

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Digging yourself one or getting bitch slapped for bad behavior

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Digging your lyrics from the trash, dude your retarded

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

Never gon' see the day that i ain't got the upper hand