This is a song about "Tomb"

Playing bootlegged tomb raider, and using newspapers to roll up

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

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

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

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

I arrive and burst into the room and im first till i meet my tomb

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

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