This is a song about "Crows"

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

Every night i stroke hoes

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

But doesn't know the crows grew

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

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

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

No, no, we are not those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.