This is a song about "Hannah the slag"

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

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

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

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

The more battles the better the flows

You feel it from your head to your toes

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama