This is a song about "Adelaide crows"

Whilst i glide with black crows,

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No, no, we are not those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

But doesn't know the crows grew

Then i gotta say peace to you

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for