This is a song about "Atilla the hun"

Fuck this is fun... now nod your head in agreement hun.

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Do the math, get the sum

Higher power where these verses from

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often

On, but they can't play with that round thing hun / seems to me they're repeating none

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

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