This is a song about "The catskill resort"

In the heat of the summer,

Good love then i can do that for her

They had a hell of a run

The bigger the the fun

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

I'm crazy as a ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,

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

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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