This is a song about "Grave diggers"

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

Put expressions in their music and create the face

One thing i hate is gold diggers so fuck off bitch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave

From the cradle to the grave

And i got them gold bottles, first place

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

(fast) i don't have all day i might be in a grave

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

His conscience can take him to his grave

I'm looking not to end our lives as little fuckin' ditch diggers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time