This is a song about "The rusty trombone"

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

The water from the past is the same water in the present

So the ones eye has freak don't run

The bigger the the fun

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

But i got a rusty pin and i know how to work the lock,