This is a song about "The boyz"

Tryna find the one

The bigger the the fun

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

The choice can be no other

In the heat of the summer,

Know you want me to fall

Where the ball meets the wall

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between