This is a song about "The moh boyz"

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

The more battles the better the flows

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

The streetz is aint the safe

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

I ain't did shit officer

In the heat of the summer,