This is a song about "Crows"

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

You know that love is a very serious thing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Whilst i glide with black crows,

But doesn't know the crows grew

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you