This is a song about "The 716"

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

As the king upon the throne

They blowing up my phone

Hate it when i leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the