This is a song about "Patrolling the mojave"

The more battles the better the flows

You feel it from your head to your toes

As the king upon the throne

Stop blowing up my cellphone

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

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

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back