This is a song about "The outsiders"

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

The more battles the better the flows

As the tao converted the thief

I give bitches dick and leave

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

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

How simple they are

Down the street to the car,