This is a song about "Graves"

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

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

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

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Niggas who be rapping how real they are