This is a song about "Crows"

Hating my macking, they asking

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

This is love, nothing else close

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

And getting money is the song i sing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

But doesn't know the crows grew

He ain't give a fuck about you