This is a song about "The mill hoterl"

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

I'm gon remember her, but still

And i am one of one

The bigger the the fun

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

What's it you're missing oh yeah skill like you have a mill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

Guess i’m different than most

The more battles the better the flows