This is a song about "Fancy tomb"

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

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

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words