This is a song about "Gold dig"

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

This flows dead should of had a spade to dig the diamond,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Turn money into diamonds and gold

I mean of course just the same old

She crazy, that stalker shit

So down to earth that i can dig it

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Dude, no girl would dig you, not even if your dick grew

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I tried hard to dig up the credentials

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

All this paper i fold