This is a song about "The 313"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Still the man with the pan

They talk say cool jew na the man

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother