This is a song about "Claire the milf"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

The key is the only way

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Im the one waring the mussel,

No one notice your struggle