This is a song about "The plug"

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Enter the building through the window

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then i jet

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

In the heat of the summer,

Didn't do a thing at all

Where the ball meets the wall