This is a song about "Grave diggers"

Well i say fuck that i'd rather be grimy until i lay in a grave,

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

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

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

From the cradle to the grave

Ill have miles davis come from the grave

And i just love your flashy ways

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

His conscience can take him to his grave

And i got them gold bottles, first place