This is a song about "The beacg"

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

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

Five shots she ready to leave

As the tao converted the thief

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

The bigger the the fun

Miami nights, ain't another one

So if you wanna leave

Thinkin of the the dreams