This is a song about "Riding with the crows"

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Riding in their bugatti's man/

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I bring it through the ghetto without riding round

It's all she knows

Whilst i glide with black crows,

Stickers on brims, cawing like crows

You feel it from your head to your toes