This is a song about "The deads"

Endless the days, forever the nights,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

From the gutter to the roof

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Where the fuck the chorus

Ass shots is a plus

I bring the heat like the

You made me wanna