This is a song about "The rake"

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Hoppin' out a van

Still the man with the pan

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

As the tao converted the thief

As much as i wanna leave

Almost lost my life to the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

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

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,