This is a song about "The philadelphia eagles"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

That scary love, never get married love

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

The weed into the bong

Tats no dey for my arm

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first