This is a song about "The beacg"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

Down the street to the car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

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

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams