This is a song about "The nightmsre"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Been running around trying find a job

As the king upon the throne

Put my number in your phone

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly