This is a song about "Joining the po po"

But it's still cool just to dream man because

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

All that ass in your jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen