This is a song about "The grouch"

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

You're the snow, i'm the sun

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The wall being the victim

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

The savage with the statics

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america