This is a song about "The inftifadas"

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Yeah i ain't done

The bigger the the fun

Blackberry and t phone

As the king upon the throne

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

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

Still the man with the pan

Weed i can't pronounce man

Is there any love

Where the fuck the chorus

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Malia family, we the family