This is a song about "The bler"

As the king upon the throne

You're the corner stone

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Five shots she ready to leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

Them niggas newbie bang

Still the man with the pan

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

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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