This is a song about "Grave diggers"

From the cradle to the grave

Baby, you got that super bass

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.

Ya a bunch of gold diggers outta ya mind mistaken me for a mine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

But i know i see better days

They knew who caused it and they wanted you in a grave

Love the game know this is coming from a different place