This is a song about "You a dig"

Half your body laying on my chest

Sound like i'm british, bitches dig my accent

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir