This is a song about "My grave"

His conscience can take him to his grave

Pull up on these 26’s, i’m a vanity slave

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

Then i grab a six pack and head on back to the grave

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

From the cradle to the grave

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Cause ill get stuck one day, and return to my grave

But i'm not in the first place

Twelve years a slave, spend more in a grave.

Or to dig your grave... but my mind won't make up it's mind and behave!

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2