This is a song about "Jabba the hut"

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Enter the building through the window

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

In the heat of the summer,

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

If you wanted a date, don't come

Do the math, get the sum