This is a song about "Grave stones"

And pray for better days

Elvis start turnin in his grave

But she took it in his place

You better dig your grave

So one day i will come back to visit that grave

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Cause ill get stuck one day, and return to my grave

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

They knew who caused it and they wanted you in a grave

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.