This is a song about "The boos"

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

The game plan, the game plan

Cause u know that this my jam

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

The dope the rhyme wizard

Slight work, slight work