This is a song about "Ya dig"

What you believe in you gotta dig deep to see the sins,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Dude, no girl would dig you, not even if your dick grew

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

But man, dig deeper and shovel something behind

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

You better dig your grave

Baby, you got that super bass

I don't need the bell i'll dig myself out from this grave

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

So dig that,go back to your room,daddy's back

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

Dont fuck up don't fall, keep your eye on the ball and dig deeper

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

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