This is a song about "Ana the russian"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Music that y'all condone

As the king upon the throne

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Saw the bombs on the news

Zero options to choose

As the tao converted the thief

L o u d air i breathe