This is a song about "The deads"

The bigger the the fun

I told him get his 9 and run

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news