This is a song about "The bfg"

Down the street to the car,

You get close but no cigar

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

The more battles the better the flows

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

As the tao converted the thief

Got tired of running from the police

The science and the art, africa

I bring the heat like the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

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

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

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

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