This is a song about "Hannah the slag"

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

I put these poems all in these songs

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Okay, go get bruce a banner!, get hannah montana to be our stripper,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Thinking about you, you slag

Nigga ain't bad, see, niggas just had