This is a song about "Desert eagles"

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

The way that it calms, but i feel like powered eagles,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

You know i wont desert you, we stick to each others side,

These haters hope i hurry up and die

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won