This is a song about "Crows"

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

No, no, we are not those

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

And these shape-shifting hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

I'm tryna learn somethin new

But doesn't know the crows grew

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/