This is a song about "The crusades"

Like they not gon' stare

The trigger or the chair

I wish i’ll never see you again

After the fire, comes the rain

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

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

How simple they are

Than the birds on the wire

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Take the exit, the nearest left

Life has put her to the test