This is a song about "The guin"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

As the tao converted the thief

And i know - there'll never be peace

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Down the street to the car,

Well, that's what you are

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

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