This is a song about "The meadors"

As the tao converted the thief

As much as i wanna leave

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Still the man with the pan

They talk say cool jew na the man

She wanna be grown

As the king upon the throne

We don't ever make love

Where the fuck the chorus

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga