This is a song about "The backcountry"

From the gutter to the roof

High as shit, i’m in a booth

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

You're fucking with me, nigga

I bring the heat like the

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Hate it when i leave

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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