This is a song about "Bennett hellie the striker"

Thinkin of the the dreams

All that ass in your jeans

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

As the king upon the throne

So is dr. j and moses malone

Still the man with the pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga