This is a song about "The bler"

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

Still the man with the pan

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

As the king upon the throne

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss