This is a song about "Fancy tomb"

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

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

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

My last decision weakens as cursing loud in my tomb,

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words