This is a song about "Killah the dopedealer"

Get blown like lawn leaves

Thinkin of the the dreams

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

And i doubt that ever change

I'm just trapped in this killah cage

I ain't looking in her eyes but her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes