This is a song about "The cosmos"

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I'm the client you're the broker/

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

Guess i’m different than most

The more battles the better the flows

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

The key is the only way

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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