This is a song about "The county"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

The bigger the the fun

I'm a son of a gun

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

To the voice of the oblivion,

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Then lost her faith again

After the fire, comes the rain

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose