This is a song about "The cay"

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Can’t you see just how long my run

The bigger the the fun

As the king upon the throne

You left your nigga on his own

All we need is convienient love

Where the fuck the chorus