This is a song about "The monkeys paw"

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close

A whole world flawed from ur hurt paw as ur cold sore when u thawed

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Speed up, patience, please cause

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

"no more monkeys jumping on the bed" but i am not respondin',

Do the math, get the sum

For the outlawz, here we come

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

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