This is a song about "The mandem"

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Soon as i come home

As the king upon the throne

Where the fuck the chorus

The way she walks and causes a fuss

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

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk