This is a song about "The 309"

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

When i roll another doob up

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Your gonna be on top nigga

I bring the heat like the

Best ingest molecules

Still got my nike boots

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

The more battles the better the flows

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause