This is a song about "The felony"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Now hey little mama

I bring the heat like the

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

From vespucci beach, then i might resort to felony

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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