This is a song about "Awsome the owl"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

The bigger the the fun

But girl you got me open

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I'm why baby mamas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams