This is a song about "The fuuk"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The more battles the better the flows

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Where the fuck the chorus

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Move like i’m walking with an open case