This is a song about "Ya dig"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

I look at myself, how the hell am i supposed to have any dig-

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

So go dig for yourself a tomb in the motherfucken mud

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

The next day you is everybody target

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

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket