This is a song about "Desert eagles"

Your murder will be front page desert n' last page concern,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Testing bombs, you really think it's different from desert storm?

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

But study in the desert oui , the

Is written in our souls, africa

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed