This is a song about "Graves"

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Listen to every word that i slur

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

These backpackers and whack rappers i'm sending to graves,

Names and graves and the poor children who's parents are now gone away.

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

That he found in a cave, then showed em to their graves!