This is a song about "Kaleb the korean"

Actions speak louder than words

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

The fiends supply the shady

I was wondering maybe

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/