This is a song about "The legislative branch"

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I don't see a problem

Do the math, get the sum

The streetz is aint the safe

Let's face it, i can’t replace

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Reminisce the times and the laughter