This is a song about "The mafia"

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Enter the building through the window

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

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

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Where the ball meets the wall

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

In the heat of the summer,

That i will leave earth with her

Said when i do dirt wit her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

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