This is a song about "Tomb"

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

My last decision weakens as cursing loud in my tomb,

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

Deep ass wounds, sense of doom looms, trapped in the tomb, end it all

But i'm on some shrooms if you really want to feel the room

This rap will leave you wrapped like a mummy in a tomb

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

Coming with some proof see at yo funeral *raps in the tomb

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

You are calling me homo? i will dig a tomb for a mother fucker like you, right in the snow

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto