This is a song about "Laru the fisherman"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

The streetz is aint the safe

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

I'm the nigga with the juice

With women with issues

Tats no dey for my arm

The weed into the bong

Reminisce the times and the laughter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina