This is a song about "The film makers"

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Cheat and steal to eat a meal, make the hardest meet the makers,

Rip this shit like cling film

One time give it up for him

Ok just listen up a little

To my makers international

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Growin up around crytal makers and havin no one i could confide/

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/