This is a song about "The lexus"

Enter the building through the window

Never break, took a break though

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Do the math, get the sum

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Those pieces that make you want a lexus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

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

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The realist in the game

Bad rap, cuties claim