This is a song about "Lucy the slag"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

As many grains of salt as bacon

Eyes poked out the the raven

You're the snow, i'm the sun

She’s a star if i ever seen one

The savage with the statics

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Mary was hairy and lucy wants to marry me,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see