This is a song about "The gladeders"

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

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Everything i wanted never seem so close

The more battles the better the flows

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

Endless the days, forever the nights,

When i get my hands on nines