This is a song about "Jeremy the meanie"

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Cold world no blanket son

The bigger the the fun

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The more battles the better the flows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

To the voice of the oblivion,

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

He went from moving that corner

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

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