This is a song about "Seaver the beaver"

Much fine ill n torn not like no prigs it's eager beaver

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

As the king upon the throne

She wanna be grown

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get blown like lawn leaves

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Shawty walks up, i say "damn" like a beaver,