This is a song about "The occult"

Still the man with the pan

They talk say cool jew na the man

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof