This is a song about "The falcons"

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

She can't be my mother

In the heat of the summer,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

It's been nothing but pain

The realist in the game