This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

I am not, let's consider me a little pecan

I stayed strong through all of the season riding my 2004 nissan.

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Riding in their bugatti's man/

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Hating my macking, they asking

Crows are gnashing while dragons start thrashing.