This is a song about "The fbi"

The weed into the bong

When you took my hand up so calm

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

And you can tell everyone

The bigger the the fun

They gon love me for my ambition

While the fbi or punk police be running in

Ya'll wife and white knight her

In the heat of the summer,

The flooding of the nothing

And this will be the song that we sing

The streetz is aint the safe

Yeah hail mary full of grace

It's written in the constitution and in the laws of fbi, cia, or csi

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die