This is a song about "The philadelphia eagles"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The way that it calms, but i feel like powered eagles,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

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

You made me wanna

I bring the heat like the

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal