This is a song about "The horde"

Your the boat without the paddle

Lady at the frank stand will

Traveling from star-port to star-port i get on board, and escape the horde.

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Take the exit, the nearest left

Than the birds on the wire

Took the van, went snatch her

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

The paper to the pen.

Then lost her faith again