This is a song about "The apostles creed"

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Feel need to feel my creed the im picking ya to be the next

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I was given a life, a creed, a fallacy.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I put these poems all in these songs

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

And i'm a just take another guess

Core of complete mess in store for con's creed, yes

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

I pull out the creed but right before i started reading

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

The bigger the the fun