This is a song about "Staff"

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

Holy cross attached to the staff i can spear it.

Every day was a saturday, shit

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

If you dick got 1 employee mine got a whole staff

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Funeral staff n' tubas, cadavers packaged like tuna