This is a song about "Graves"

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

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Graves teh rippers raised scythe sharp like michael myers

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

See, i like the person that you are

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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