This is a song about "The preamble"

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Tats no dey for my arm

The weed into the bong

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Of the future stars and distinguish the difference between the

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The flooding of the nothing

Wait, now it's about eight something