This is a song about "The entrance"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

The replacement of the word "mother"

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

In the heat of the summer,

I bring the heat like the

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes