This is a song about "The greeks"

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Trying to be powerful like the romans and gods of greeks

The savage with the statics

Had i not been exposed to these things

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

She crazy, that stalker shit

The dopest on the planet

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

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee