This is a song about "The falcons"

I get that work from my face

The streetz is aint the safe

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

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

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

He a message, i'm the runner

In the heat of the summer,

The realist in the game

Hallow be thy name

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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