This is a song about "The drew"

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

From curb surfingwe working the industry

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

Jawan harris:have you ever loved someone so bad

Got the passion for the music

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

I stop and stare at the younger

In the heat of the summer,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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