This is a song about "The phillipines"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

See boy she been in love

Where the fuck the chorus

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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