This is a song about "The oscars"

And panned out, i'm all in love

Where the fuck the chorus

Alcohol and booty calls

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

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Still the man with the pan

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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