This is a song about "Tales from the crypt"

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Flyer then the rest of them

No more will we cry

5s be raining from the sky

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

I flash smiles at the mean looks

These are visions from the wulf

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

The dead don't grow older, and tell no tales/