This is a song about "Adelaide crows"

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Whilst i glide with black crows,

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

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

And this will be the song that we sing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

But doesn't know the crows grew

Then i gotta say peace to you

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing