This is a song about "The packers"

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

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Yo, turn me up some

The wall being the victim

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

The savage with the statics

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

You're the snow, i'm the sun

On the bible you can run

Release the song, cash the lot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Why you call me back? don't lie

The vertex and the third eye