This is a song about "The bando"

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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.

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

Talking about the god you serve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

That shit was wack as fuck

Stuck in the in the tub,