This is a song about "Elliott the maggot"

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there'll never be peace

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes