This is a song about "The inca"

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus