This is a song about "Ashley the angle"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Whole time, a little more girls

My lines are angle grinders

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Theft and never looked back then turned to the angle of attack.

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era