This is a song about "The hulk"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

The weed into the bong

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

People call him the rap incredible hulk

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Never can i straight face

The streetz is aint the safe

The realist in the game

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Got the passion for the music