This is a song about "Graves"

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

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Good love then i can do that for her

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/