This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Crows pick up the seeds & sow fellows in october/

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

But i apologize for not walking you around

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows