This is a song about "Fancy tomb"

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

This rap will leave you wrapped like a mummy in a tomb

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

You are calling me homo? i will dig a tomb for a mother fucker like you, right in the snow

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all