This is a song about "The packers"

And i am one of one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

The wall being the victim

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

What up girl, tell me how you been

Eyes poked out the the raven

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

I get special attention

Hit the dash blast the overpass

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

Addicts attacking drug packers over crack beefs

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans