This is a song about "Grave diggers"

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

From the cradle to the grave

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

This is no trial, this a closed case

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

You is not hip then i can not coach her

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

Nigga, lyrically gifted, second to only religious scriptures

One thing i hate is gold diggers so fuck off bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage