This is a song about "Grave digging"

It'll last for all these crazy days

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Ringing digging singing

Get drag'd 2 a early grave

See money talk and these days

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

The trailer park-dwelling, ditch-digging, late to pay the rent,

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I'd rather be blind and dig my grave with a spade

His conscience can take him to his grave

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank