This is a song about "Jillian the goat"

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

Anymore than a goat,

Since i was left with no hope

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

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

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

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

I wanna slice open peoples throats like midevil sacrifices but theres no goat,

Im the shit get round at me, coppin some dope, like someones cuttin the rope,

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

His body was lying on the ground like a slaughtered goat.......

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere