This is a song about "Crows house chimney"

And this will be the song that we sing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Than other people do in their entire house

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Anorak climbing down your chimney fuck yeah bitch santa's black

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

My garage full of cars that bounce

Alright i'm at the house.

Streets is calling you

But doesn't know the crows grew