This is a song about "The pigman"

Saw the bombs on the news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

As the king upon the throne

Know i just call it head phone

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

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