This is a song about "The cave"

I arrived in a cave, really dark and gloomy

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Ok i hear you talkin

The bigger the the fun

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Well, he traced me to the cave, where i had raced away

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Well, he traced me to the cave, where i had raced away

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I locked you in a cave for three days