This is a song about "The packers"

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

It's just the start, the beginning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Ambition, pardon my ambition

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Eyes poked out the the raven

The more battles the better the flows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Searching for fortune and fame

The realist in the game