This is a song about "Grave diggers"

Don't you fall from grace

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

One thing i hate is gold diggers so fuck off bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

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

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

From the cradle to the grave

You better dig your grave

Tryin hard to hide my face

And any connotation is viewed many ways

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

Looking for them better days

Elvis start turnin in his grave