This is a song about "The occult"

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

From the gutter to the roof

It's the perfect plan

Still the man with the pan

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Baby, you know who you are

Down the street to the car,

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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