This is a song about "Fenix the douchbag"

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

You gotta understand man

Still the man with the pan

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

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

Down the street to the car,

Hope my city is not too far