This is a song about "Hannah the lezbo"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

The truth but thats the way

For a perfect mother’s day

I'm the nigga with the juice

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Hannah montana gone cop

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

The water from the past is the same water in the present