This is a song about "Harry the smoker"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

Put the haters in vein choking like smoker hits,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Getting harry, osborn(i was born) from canon

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Ya'll act like you never seen a pot smoker before

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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