This is a song about "The arrow"

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

The weed into the bong

Pay dues like a hair salon

I'm the nigga with the juice

One time for the girls with the right shoes

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.

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Even if you were to be more upright than an arrow,

In the heat of the summer,

Well, that's what you are