This is a song about "The moh boyz"

Do the math, get the sum

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Got the passion for the music

Fuck wolf gang, fuck what? here let's take a trip

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Looking for them better days

The streetz is aint the safe

The truth but thats the way

Back in the motherfuckin bay

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/