This is a song about "The boiz"

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

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

The more battles the better the flows

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

Still the man with the pan

Drop top on this thang

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news