This is a song about "The crow"

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

I just know what you mean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

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

The holy war, the spiritual troops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The bigger the the fun

And when it's said and done