This is a song about "The crow says dont look"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

When the lights are out she says, i am bathed in red,

Look at her hair accuse her of bein a lesbian, she says hell naw i just like the hair style,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Make sure to give them my all

I dont have to look anymore,

She leave her hair on the floor

I dont have to look anymore,

I dont give a fuck who says

Spending her time with him i guess

Judging by the look in your eyes , you dont want to be seen scared,

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Says he's looking for the right one

Girls fast how jamaicans run

She likes to look in my hood, she says it's the best shiny bling with all rippled beats

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams