This is a song about "The crow"

From the bench to the ball

Make sure to give them my all

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

The savage with the statics

The realist in the game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Then keep your change like an oink machine

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

The dopest on the planet

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed