This is a song about "The claw"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Your new man got my respect

Take the exit, the nearest left

She all that i can handle

Your the boat without the paddle

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Claw out your eyes with a spatula.

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

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

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly