This is a song about "The louds"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

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.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Just to let you know, you are

Down the street to the car,

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

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The more battles the better the flows

Tryna stay clear of my foes