This is a song about "Crows"

But doesn't know the crows grew

It's really not an issue

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

I was born to do the damn thing

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

Ain't no women at the shows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Whilst i glide with black crows,

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

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

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing