This is a song about "Keith the tranny"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

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

Your the boat without the paddle

She all that i can handle

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Than the birds on the wire

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Thats keith and actualluy kaarnage raised in a barn bitch