This is a song about "Patrolling the mojave"

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

She prayed on me passing that bar

Down the street to the car,

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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