This is a song about "The oscars"

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Thinkin of the the dreams

I give bitches dick and leave

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

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