This is a song about "Grave digger"

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Say you through will all my foul ways

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Yeah hail mary full of grace

His conscience can take him to his grave

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze