This is a song about "The andes monta"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Life's about decisions man

Still the man with the pan

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Where the fuck the chorus

Hop off the bus

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the