This is a song about "The cows"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Cows in the slaughterhouse

My garage full of cars that bounce

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

Lets get to spittin, yo ass will be splittin 2 halves, dude u buttfucked 2 cows,

You left your nigga on his own

As the king upon the throne

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

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda