This is a song about "The ottomans"

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Spent a long time coming up this road

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The more battles the better the flows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Still the man with the pan

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Got tired of running from the police

As the tao converted the thief