This is a song about "Grabin the chopper"

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

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

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

So come against me, bitch this shit is chopper galore,