This is a song about "The equator"

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Like a nigga movin' kilo

Enter the building through the window

The bigger the the fun

I'm a son of a gun

Parking lot of the blue flame

The realist in the game

The streetz is aint the safe

Don't you fall from grace

New message from mom

The weed into the bong

The more battles the better the flows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator