This is a song about "Memory for the rest of your life"

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Rest in peace in my loving memory

I'm the definition of the memory from better times,

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

No rest for the wicked, or the clean purest of sons

Of the book of your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

On a pillow for the rest of the fuckin day

U need to spend your rest of life in the bedlam cause you're mentally disable

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.