This is a song about "The lictures"

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

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

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the