This is a song about "The bando"

You feel it from your head to your toes

The more battles the better the flows

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Im the one waring the mussel,

I'm on the block as usual

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters