This is a song about "Patrolling the mojave"

Still the man with the pan

I am just a man

I give bitches dick and leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Is there any love

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Here's the answer and the antidote:

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

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

The bigger the the fun

Top ranked, number one my son