This is a song about "Grave"

From the cradle to the grave

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Did he expect i'd resurrect up from this grave i have risen?

City national bank evolve into shape

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

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

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

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

It'll last for all these crazy days