This is a song about "The bando"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

Where would i be without my dogs

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

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Adabo to my haters

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

The fiends supply the shady

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama