This is a song about "The 801"

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Yeah, the kid in this thang

Still the man with the pan

Your developmental league don’t see a team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

The bigger the the fun

White with a badge or anyone

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news