This is a song about "Staff"

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

We never tattle, let god handle that

Guns and ammo hidden for when i wanna lash back at the staff

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody

Minutes or so, so make it last, make it fast, buffer my brass staff,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last