This is a song about "The inca"

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

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

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

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

Drop top on this thang

Still the man with the pan

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!