This is a song about "The crow"

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

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

Who dat, who dat? cole world

The sequel to the first

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

In front of our building, they was my heroes

The more battles the better the flows

The dopest on the planet

Could be applied to this shit

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

For the man of the hour

I never hugged no corner