This is a song about "Rhany the rhipo"

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

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

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber