This is a song about "The hod"

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

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Still the man with the pan

So if i talk down to a man

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Zero options to choose

Saw the bombs on the news