This is a song about "My grave"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Someone dig my freestyle a grave cause i just killed it.

Im an undertaker, grave digger, and reaper

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Im no snitch and ill take it to my grave/ interagating me offering me some

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

You would have never exist, people walking past your grave,

His conscience can take him to his grave

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Looking for them better days

From the cradle to the grave

Thinking of bliss and the good days